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I end up spending my time in the greenhouses or the field.”
    She dumped gardening books off a chair, pointed to it, then sat on the edge of the crowded desk when Stella took the seat.
    “I know my strengths, and I know how to do good business. I’ve built this place from the ground up, in less than five years. When it was smaller, when it was almost entirely just me, I could afford to make mistakes. Now I have up to eighteen employees during the season. People depending on me for a paycheck. So I can’t afford to make mistakes. I know how to plant, what to plant, how to price, how to design, how to stock, how to handle employees, and how to deal with customers. I know how to organize.”
    “I’d say you’re absolutely right. Why do you need me—or someone like me?”
    “Because of all those things I can—and have done—there are some I don’t like. I don’t like to organize. And we’ve gotten too big for it to fall only to me how and what to stock. I want a fresh eye, fresh ideas, and a good head.”
    “Understood. One of your requests was that your nursery manager live in your house, at least for the first several months. I—”
    “It wasn’t a request. It was a requirement.” In the firm tone, Stella recognized the difficult attributed to Rosalind Harper. “We start early, we work late. I want someone on hand, right on hand, at least until I know if we’re going to find the rhythm. Memphis is too far away, and unless you’re ready to buy a house within ten miles of mine pretty much immediately, there’s no other choice.”
    “I have two active young boys, and a dog.”
    “I like active young boys, and I won’t mind the dog unless he’s a digger. He digs in my gardens, we’ll have a problem. It’s a big house. You’ll have considerable room for yourself and your sons. I’d offer you the guest cottage, but I couldn’t pry Harper out of it with dynamite. My oldest,” she explained. “Do you want the job, Stella?”
    She opened her mouth, then took a testing breath. Hadn’t she already calculated the risks in coming here? It was time to work toward the goal. The risk of the single condition couldn’t possibly outweigh the benefits.
    “I do. Yes, Ms. Harper, I very much want the job.”
    “Then you’ve got it.” Roz held out a hand to shake. “You can bring your things over tomorrow—morning’s best—and we’ll get y’all settled in. You can take a couple of days, make sure your boys are acclimated.”
    “I appreciate that. They’re excited, but a little scared too.” And so am I, she thought. “I have to be frank with you, Ms. Harper. If my boys aren’t happy—after a reasonable amount of time to adjust—I’ll have to make other arrangements.”
    “If I thought differently, I wouldn’t be hiring you. And call me Roz.”
     
    SHE CELEBRATED BY BUYING A BOTTLE OF CHAMPAGNE and a bottle of sparkling cider on the way back to her father’s home. The rain, and the detour, put her in a nasty knot of mid-afternoon traffic. It occurred to her that however awkward it might be initially, there were advantages to living essentially where she worked.
    She got the job! A dream job, to her point of view. Maybe she didn’t know how Rosalind—call me Roz—Harper would be to work for, and she still had a lot of boning up to do about the nursery process in this zone—and she couldn’t be sure how the other employees would handle taking orders from a stranger. A Yankee stranger at that.
    But she couldn’t wait to start.
    And her boys would have more room to run around at the Harper ... estate, she supposed she’d call it. She wasn’t ready to buy a house yet—not before she was sure they’d stay, not before she had time to scout out neighborhoods and communities. The fact was, they were crowded in her father’s house. Both he and Jolene were more than accommodating, more than welcoming, but they couldn’t stay indefinitely jammed into a two-bedroom house.
    This was the practical