Harper came in from the outside.
"Hi. Need some help?" As he walked toward Mitch, recognition crossed his face. "Oh, hey, Dr. Carnegie."
"Mitch. Nice to see you again, Harper," he said as they shook hands.
"You, too. That was some game against Little Rock last week."
"It was. Were you there?"
"Missed the first quarter, but the second half rocked. Josh ruled."
Pride in his son beamed through him. "He had a good game. Missouri this week. I'll have to catch that one on ESPN."
"Same here. You see your son, tell him I said that three-pointer in the last five minutes was a thing of beauty."
"I'll do that."
"You looking for something, or someone?"
"Someone. Your mother, actually." You have her eyes, he thought. Her mouth, her coloring. "I was taking a little tour before I hunted her up." As he looked around, Mitch slipped his hands in his pockets. "This is a hell of a place you've got here."
"Keeps us busy. I just left her in the propagation house. I'll take you back."
"Appreciate it. I guess I didn't think this kind of business would have so much going on this late in the year."
"Always something going on when you're dealing with gardening and landscaping." Mirroring Mitch's stance, Harper scanned the area. "Holiday stuff's big now, and we're working on getting plants ready for March."
When they stepped outside, Mitch stopped, hooked his thumbs in his jacket pockets. Low, long greenhouses spread, separated into two areas by a wide space where more tables stood under a screened shelter. Even now he could see a field where someone worked a machine to dig up a pine - or a spruce, or a fir. How could you tell the difference?
He caught a glimpse of a little pond, and a small stream, then the woods that shielded the business from the main house, and the main house from the business.
"I've got to say, wow. I didn't expect anything this expansive."
"Mom doesn't do things halfway. We started a little smaller, added on two more greenhouses and an additional space in the retail area a couple years ago."
More than a business, Mitch realized. This was a life. "It must take an incredible amount of work."
"It does. You've gotta love it."
"Do you?"
"Yeah. That's my castle over there." Harper gestured. "Grafting house. Mostly, I deal with grafting and propagation. But I get pulled out for other things, like the Christmas tree end this time of year. In fact, I was grabbing ten before I head out to the field when I ran into you."
As the rain began to fall, Harper nodded toward one of the greenhouses. "That's the propagation area. Since we've got Stella, Mom spends most of her time in there."
"Then I can find her from here. Why don't you go on, catch what you've got left of your break."
"Better get right out in the field." As the rain fell, Harper pulled the bill of his cap lower on his head. "Get those trees up before the rain scares the customers away. Just go ahead in. See you later."
Harper set off at a jog, and had made the turn toward the field when Hayley rushed up to him from the opposite direction. "Wait! Harper, wait a minute."
He stopped, lifting the bill a bit to get a better look at her. She was wearing a short red denim jacket over jeans, and one of the In the Garden caps Stella had ordered for employees.
"Jesus, Hayley, get inside. This rain's going to cut loose big-time any minute."
"Was that Dr. Carnegie?"
"Yeah. He was looking for the boss."
"You took him to the propagation house?" Her voice pitched up over the increasing drum of rain. "Are you just stupid?"
"What? He's looking for Mom, she's in the propagation house. I just left her there five minutes ago."
"So you just take him there, say go right in?" She made wild gestures with both hands. "Without letting herknow ?"
"Know what?"
"That he's here, for God's sake. And now he's going in, and she's all dirty and sweaty, with no makeup on and in her grubbiest clothes. You couldn't stall him for five damn minutes to give her some warning?"
"About what? She looks like she always does. What's the damn difference?"
"If you don't know, you are stupid. And it's too late now. One of these days, Harper Ashby, you're going to have use of the single brain men pass around among them."
"What the hell," he grumbled after she'd given him a punch on the arm and dashed inside again.
MITCH DUCKED INTOthe propagation house out