Love in Bloom. Arlene JamesЧитать онлайн книгу.
chastised, Lily ducked her head, her long hair sliding forward. “Okay. Uh, what would you suggest?”
He pulled up the handle on one of the smaller wheeled bags and handed it to Isabella, then tossed a box onto his shoulder and snagged the handle of the larger bag from Lily, saying, “Wait here with the rest. We’ll take out these and be back.”
Lily bit back a protest. Those were vases and other glass items balanced on his shoulder, going-away gifts from her friends in Boston, things to help her get started in Bygones. Her former employer and coworkers knew how carefully she had budgeted to make this plan feasible, even selling her beloved car to raise the necessary funds to match the grant and choosing a shop with living quarters above it to cut expenses. She had packed those particular items carefully for shipping and sent them ahead of her to be collected when she arrived at the airport; she supposed they would survive Tate Bronson, so she bit her lip and watched him walk away without saying a word. His daughter followed him, her long red curls bouncing merrily. Lily noticed idly that the hem of the child’s purple T-shirt had come down, but her mind was too preoccupied with her new venture to assign any significance to that fact.
While helping her sister pick out flowers for her upcoming wedding, the florist, a former employer of Lily’s, had surreptitiously handed her a newspaper article about a place in Kansas taking applications for matching grants for businesses willing to locate in the small town of Bygones. The applicants had to submit a business plan, deposit funds equal to the amount of the requested grant, agree to hire locals and complete a minimum two-year residency. Failure to maintain the required residency and keep the business in operation would constitute a default, in which case, the grant would have to be repaid within five years. Knowing that Lily hated what she was currently doing for a living and much preferred the work that she’d done while attending college and graduate school—namely, floral design—this friend and former employer had encouraged Lily to apply for one of the grants.
Lily had considered it answered prayer when she had been chosen as one of the grant recipients, but she hadn’t told her family of her plans until the last moment. They had not taken it well. She couldn’t blame them.
It was one thing to find a nail in one’s soup; it was another when that nail swam to the top of the bowl and climbed out. Lily was now the only florist in a family of lawyers. Oh, she had the degree and the law license, but she was not, strictly speaking, a lawyer, at least not anymore. Now she was a florist, which meant that it was do-or-die for her here in Kansas.
Everything depended on making this work. Lily had staked everything on this scheme. Should she fail in Bygones, she would be buried in debt, and returning to her former occupation would be her only alternative, even if she wasn’t very good at it. Worse, it would mean returning home to the bosom of her family, and that she did not want under any circumstances but especially not in defeat. If she was to be the maiden aunt to her sister’s children, she would be so at a distance with a successful business to occupy her time and mind. She would not hang around Boston, pretending she wasn’t miserable and envious, while her sister and new brother-in-law started their family, something they were eager to do.
No, it was bad enough that her sister had married the man whom Lily had wanted for herself. Lily didn’t have to stick around and watch them have babies, not when she so wanted babies, too. If she couldn’t have a family of her own, Lily would do whatever it took to build a successful business in Bygones. That included, she reminded herself as Tate Bronson and his adorable daughter moved toward her once more, those things that went against her nature, such as speaking up. So, as he bent to take up another of her boxes, she found her voice.
“Uh, if you...if you could be careful.”
He gave her such a look, as if she were an inanimate object suddenly come to life, but he took great care stacking the boxes and hoisting them onto his shoulders. He then turned and walked away without a word. Isabella took up her backpack, chattering.
“I’ll have to sit in the corner, but it’s okay. I don’t mind. Daddy shoulda left the bags of feed at home. He didn’t figure you’d have so much stuff.”
“I see,” Lily muttered. She quickly took the backpack from Isabella and shouldered it once more, then pulled up the handle on one of the medium bags. “Think you can handle that?”
“Uh-huh.”
Using both hands, Isabella began pulling the bag toward the door. Lily stacked the remaining two boxes atop the remaining suitcase and, also using both hands, began backing toward the door. They made the sidewalk before Tate returned to scoop up boxes and bags.
“Come on.”
Lily tried to explain herself as they crossed the street and trailed across the parking lot. “I, um, looked into standard shipping, but it was cheaper to check some things as luggage and send the rest as air freight, and this way I have it all on hand when I arrive. I—I’m sorry I didn’t think to warn anyone that I would have extra luggage.”
He shrugged. “Part of my responsibilities.”
“Do you mind if I ask what your responsibilities are, I mean, so far as I’m concerned?”
“Get you there. Make sure you get set up in time for the Grand Opening.”
“Very good. I appreciate that.”
He seemed to thaw a bit then. “I’m your official contact with the committee and your host, at least through the Grand Opening reception.”
“Oh. All right. That’s nice. Thank you.”
“No problem. When you’re ready to hire help, I’ll have a list of names for you, too.”
“Ah. That will be useful.”
“When do you think you’ll be ready to hire someone, by the way?”
“Um, soon after the Grand Opening, I should think.”
“I see.”
“That is, if it’s successful.”
“The town’s done its part,” he told her.
“That’s good to know. What can you tell me about the town? I mean, beyond the statistics.”
He seemed to consider for a moment before saying, “Nothing much to tell.” Lily’s spirits sagged. She was tired and uncertain and hoping for a warm welcome, not this terse, tepid greeting. “You’ll see soon enough,” he added, stopping next to a dirty white double-cab pickup truck. He placed one of the boxes in the bed of the truck. Lily took a deep breath.
“Um, do you...do you think we could put those boxes inside?”
He turned a surprised look on her. “You want those particular boxes inside, not the suitcases?”
“What’s in the boxes is more valuable,” she said, pushing up her glasses.
He lifted his eyebrows. “Okay. If that’s the way you want it.”
“Yes, thank you,” she replied softly.
He reached into his pocket and an electronic beep sounded. He opened the back door of the cab and wrestled the big suitcase to the ground then transferred boxes to the inside. It took some shifting around, but they finally got everything loaded. As soon as they were all belted into their seats, Tate behind the wheel, Lily on the front passenger side and Isabella in a booster seat behind Lily in the back, Isabella spoke up.
“Daddy got on the SOS ’cause we’re Bronsons.”
“SOS?”
“It’s short for Save Our Streets,” he explained, starting the engine. “That’s the name of the committee that chose the businesses that got the grants.”
“Yes, I remember reading that in the paperwork, but what does being Bronsons have to do with it?”
“Bronsons founded the town,” he answered brusquely.
“They were brothers,” Isabella