Chapter One #2
The view only got better as he spied a flawless complexion, shoulder-length blond hair, and delicate features to complete the captivating package who at this moment appeared to be perusing some sort of plant brochure.
At that moment, Rhett wished he owned this oddball nursery, so he could spend all day selling plants to the beauty in the yellow sundress.
Wait . . . single women don’t buy plants. Married women buy plants.
His eyes flashed to her left hand.
No ring. Hmm. Things just got interesting.
He cleared his throat.
The beauty started and turned a pair of sapphires the color of the Gulf Stream in his direction.
“Sorry,” he said, then smiled. “I didn’t mean to startle you.”
The beauty smiled back—a dazzling smile with perfect straight white teeth.
His mouth went dry. The woman was drop-dead gorgeous.
“It’s okay,” she said softly. “I was daydreaming and didn’t hear you come in.”
He nodded, started to reply, then didn’t. He just wanted to stare a moment longer. Realizing he’d look like an idiot if he did, he cleared his throat and stepped forward. “Sorry, I’m being rude. My name is Rhett Buchanan.”
She took the hand he extended. An immediate spark zinged him, and the beauty's blue eyes widened almost imperceptibly. If he hadn’t been staring at her eyes, he might have missed it. Had she felt the spark too?
“I’m Lily Foster,” she said.
“I’m, uh, h-here to inspect some plants. T-Trees actually. An order for BDC.”
Great. Now he was stuttering like a bashful high-school boy. This from a man who bought and sold corporations over lunch. What the hell was wrong with him today?
“I see.” She stared for a long moment, then glanced down.
Good Lord, was he still holding her hand?
“Sorry.” He let her go.
She smiled again. “The sales manager will be right back.”
“Are you here to inspect trees too?” At least he didn’t stutter this time. He was getting his wind back.
“No, I’m here to look over the new interiors line.” She held up the brochure.
He nodded. He wanted to keep her talking since her voice sounded sexy as hell.
“Do you spend a lot of time here?” He glanced around the tidy office made cozy with worn comfortable chairs and a half-dozen plants and palms of some sort.
“Not really.”
He nodded again. He was getting real good at nodding. “Are you pretty good with landscaping?”
She eyed him warily. “Yeah?”
He flashed what he hoped was his most charming smile. “Maybe you could help me with my inspection. It’s too many trees for me, and I could sure use some help.”
“Well, Tammy will be there to answer any questions.”
“Tammy?”
“Tammy Waynette, the sales manager.”
He narrowed his eyes. “You’re kidding me, right?”
“About what?” The sapphires looked wide and innocent.
“The name—Waynette.”
She laughed, a musical sound like delicate wind chimes. “I’m not kidding. Tammy says her mother loved the country western singer.”
He grinned back, couldn’t help himself. “Poor girl.”
“I don’t think she minds.”
He nodded. Again. “Do you know if she went to the laydown yard? My assistant said the trees would be staged in the laydown yard. We could meet her there and get started.”
Her eyebrows rose to twin peaks. “We?”
“Yeah, well, Tammy’s here to sell trees, and I’m looking for an objective second opinion on what I should keep or exchange. I could sure use your help since you’re pretty good with landscaping and all.”
Not that he had any intention of exchanging anything. He couldn’t tell a diseased tree from a healthy one, but he’d look at every single tree if it meant spending more time with Lily Foster.
She hesitated. “I suppose I could tag along.”
“Great! Shall we go?”
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Lily led Buchanan outside where they grabbed the customer golf cart parked in front of the office.
He climbed behind the wheel and headed for the center drive Lily indicated.
The man was tall; she guessed at least four inches over six feet.
Riding passenger gave her an excuse to stare at him and wonder how she had gotten so lucky.
To actually be dressed up on the day a gorgeous hunk sauntered in to inspect trees?
What were the odds? A successful hunk, too, since he owned his own corporation, and Tammy had said the BDC order was a big one.
Rhett Buchanan certainly didn’t fit her impression of a corporate CEO, powerfully built and handsome enough she had gone completely tongue-tied back in the office. Those amazing green eyes she could get lost in. And that slow, sexy smile he’d given her that made her toes curl.
Yikes!
“You’re smiling,” he said. “What’s so funny?”
“Nothing. I’m just enjoying a pretty day.”
She would do much better out here in the nursery with plant material to talk about rather than forced conversation in the office.
For the first time in her life, Lily wished she had spent more time flirting with boys in high school like all the other girls.
Instead, she had studied her heart out to get good grades and make her father proud since she was all Hank had.
Buchanan steered the cart next to the laydown yard, but there was no sign of Tammy’s fiery-red curls among the rows of trees. An errant customer had probably waylaid her somewhere in the nursery.
Lily and Buchanan climbed out and ambled over to the first row of trees, a dozen dwarf magnolias. The containers were well-chosen, some of their best product. Hands on his hips, he studied the trees and glanced back at her, then raised his brows in question.
“They’re perfectly matched, disease-free,” she assured him.
“I thought so too.” He winked.
She felt her neck flush, and her gaze strayed to the dusting of dark hair on his tanned forearms. “Where are you going to use all this stock?” she asked to sway her thoughts from the eye-candy.
“A new condominium and shopping district in Boca. These trees are for Phase I, and I suspect Garrett will be ordering more.”
“Garrett?”
“He’s the senior vice-president of real estate development for our company, BDC. He’s also a frustrated landscape architect—that was his bachelor’s degree—but his subsequent MBA pushed him up the corporate ladder.”
“You like him.”
His gaze sharpened. “I do. How did—”
“The sound of your voice when you talk about him.”
“Wow. Beautiful and perceptive.”
She felt her cheeks grow warm and glanced away.
“Sorry,” he said softly, “I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”
“You didn’t.”
A dark brow went up.
“Okay, maybe a little.”
Actually a whole lot. Rhett Buchanan seemed so confident, so sure of himself. She was out of her league, and she knew it, but she still wanted to play for just a little while longer.
“Garrett and I were fraternity brothers in college,” he was saying. “Been together ever since.”
“Ah, I see. So who likes the plants, you or Garrett?”
“Mostly Garrett, but I do appreciate their value. He’s convinced me that installing—and more importantly, maintaining—specialty landscapes can double the exterior value of architectural designs.”
“Good for him! He’s right.”
“Another plant lover.” He grinned.
“Of course I am.”
“You’re gorgeous when you smile,” he said suddenly.
Okay, that had nothing to do with inspecting trees. Was Mr. Buchanan flirting with her? He had complimented her twice in five minutes. She jerked her gaze away. She was heating up—all over.
“I’ve embarrassed you again.”
“You didn’t,” she lied. “You just took me by surprise is all.”
“I would think you hear that a lot,” he said softly.
“Um . . . no. I don’t.”
He stepped closer, and her internal temperature ratcheted up.
She feared her cheeks and neck were flushing bright pink and quickly moved toward the next row of trees.
The first six containers were perfectly manicured weeping mulberry trees.
This Garrett guy sure knew his plant material.
She guessed he had selected their best specimens.
“What do you think?” She gestured toward the mulberries and stared straight ahead. Safer that way.
“Gorgeous, like I said.” His voice rumbled low.
She glanced back.
He wasn’t looking at the mulberries. He was staring at her. Her cheeks just had to be rosy by now. Lord knew they felt hot enough.
“You’re supposed to be inspecting trees,” she chided with a smile.
He chuckled. “Oh yeah, that’s right.”
By the time they made it through the third row of containers populated with an assortment of Heliconia and Callistemon, she grew more comfortable and even tried flirting back.
They laughed and joked about the perfect places to plant the gnarly and exceedingly crooked Corylus, and Lily had the time of her life.
Until the bottom dropped out about halfway down the fourth row at the gray Bismarckia palms.
“Do you buy a lot of plants here?” Buchanan suddenly asked.
Her head snapped up from examining a bent gray frond. She swallowed. “Buy?”
“You must be one of the nursery’s best customers as well as you know the stock and know your way around here.” He gave her that slow, sexy smile again. “Are you buying landscaping for business or pleasure?”
Oh good grief! He thinks I’m a customer.
But why wouldn’t he? Today, she was dressed like one. Surely, he could tell from their conversation she worked here at the nursery.
Or not.
He waited for her response. So that was why he had asked her to help him! She grinned. She couldn’t help it. She felt like Cinderella masquerading as a princess at the ball. Maybe she could just avoid answering his question altogether.
She guided him to the end of the aisle, made the turn to the fifth row of trees, and aimed their steps toward a cluster of Japanese black pines.
Buchanan put a hand out to stop her. “I hope you’ll let me take you to dinner to thank you for helping me, Lily.”