arrangement cradled in the wrinkled hands.
“Yes, I know.” The man lifted the tulips up to his nose, stepped back and shut the door.
Alrighty then , Sam thought. At least he got the man to speak. But it only peeked his curiosity. Who was sending those flowers, and why do they need his forgiveness?
*
Celia was steaming. She could hardly do any of the upcoming arrangements or even the base to get ready to put the fresh flowers in. She paced the floors with Charlie close on her heels.
“I can not believe this.” Celia looked down at Charlie. She swears he knows what she is staying sometimes. “The nerve of him. I knew he was too good to be true.”
Celia ran to the front door when she heard a door slam.
“It better be him.” She told Charlie.
Celia looked out at the rickety old Chevy taking up too much space in her driveway or was she letting Sam take up too much of her heart?
She stood with her arms crossed just inside the door. She wanted him to instantly see her displeasure.
“I can’t believe you would put my reputation on the line!” Sudden anger lit her eyes.
She completely caught Sam off guard. He put his hands up to protect himself in case she hit him. “Where are they?” She stormed out of the shop to search his truck.
“Where’s what?” Sam asked.
Celia couldn’t believe he’d taken her for a fool.
She stopped herself by the tone of his voice. “You are hiding something. I can tell. You forget I was a lawyer and I had a talent of being able to read a liar.” She opened his truck door and began rummaging through the storage behind the torn seat.
At least he stood back and watched helplessly.
The harder she threw stuff around in his truck, the more he laughed. She was done being the one who got stomped on.
“What are you laughing at?” She backed out of the truck with a little dirt on the knees of her black pants and her florist’s apron.
“You.” He pointed to her knees. “I have no clue what you are talking about. But you are one hot lady when you get mad.”
“The-yellow-smiling-face-yellow-roses-boutique! Where is it?” Her words were static and drawn out.
She hoped her eyes were burning a hole in him because they felt like they were on fire.
“Oh those.” Sam’s grin turned down in a frown. His laughter stopped.
“Did you drop them and you were afraid to tell me? Did the hospital not accept them to be delivered?”
Celia searched for any type of sign he had a good reason to not deliver the flowers. She could see pain in his eyes. But why? What was he hiding after all of these weeks?
“I gave them to someone else.” Sam quietly said.
Celia stormed up the cobblestone walkway. “You’re fired!” She screamed without turning around. “You’re fired!”
It was louder the second time. She wanted to make sure he heard her. She didn’t hear Charlie’s paws following her.
She looked back and Charlie was sitting at Sam’s feet.
“Charlie, come on.” Charlie stared at her and didn’t budge.
“Celia, let me explain.” Sam and Charlie started towards the shop.
Celia took off inside and began to strip and clip the stems at an alarming rate. She didn’t want to hear what he had to say. She was angry—at herself for letting emotions get in the way of business.
“You don’t realize what it costs me. Cost the shop.” Celia was already strapped for cash and to give a refund was not good business. She pointed her bottle nosed tweezers at him. “I have to give them a refund or make another one. It’s my name on the line. Do you know anything about a brand or a name? My name! Not Sam Reynolds, wanderer!”
“I couldn’t do it.” Sam braced himself against the farm table and stared at her. “She looked at me.”
Celia’s body began to soften. His voice was sincere and kind, making it hard for her to be mad. She was more accepting of what he was going to say. “She was really sick. When she spoke it was soft, gentle like.”
Before he turned away
“Yes, I know.” The man lifted the tulips up to his nose, stepped back and shut the door.
Alrighty then , Sam thought. At least he got the man to speak. But it only peeked his curiosity. Who was sending those flowers, and why do they need his forgiveness?
*
Celia was steaming. She could hardly do any of the upcoming arrangements or even the base to get ready to put the fresh flowers in. She paced the floors with Charlie close on her heels.
“I can not believe this.” Celia looked down at Charlie. She swears he knows what she is staying sometimes. “The nerve of him. I knew he was too good to be true.”
Celia ran to the front door when she heard a door slam.
“It better be him.” She told Charlie.
Celia looked out at the rickety old Chevy taking up too much space in her driveway or was she letting Sam take up too much of her heart?
She stood with her arms crossed just inside the door. She wanted him to instantly see her displeasure.
“I can’t believe you would put my reputation on the line!” Sudden anger lit her eyes.
She completely caught Sam off guard. He put his hands up to protect himself in case she hit him. “Where are they?” She stormed out of the shop to search his truck.
“Where’s what?” Sam asked.
Celia couldn’t believe he’d taken her for a fool.
She stopped herself by the tone of his voice. “You are hiding something. I can tell. You forget I was a lawyer and I had a talent of being able to read a liar.” She opened his truck door and began rummaging through the storage behind the torn seat.
At least he stood back and watched helplessly.
The harder she threw stuff around in his truck, the more he laughed. She was done being the one who got stomped on.
“What are you laughing at?” She backed out of the truck with a little dirt on the knees of her black pants and her florist’s apron.
“You.” He pointed to her knees. “I have no clue what you are talking about. But you are one hot lady when you get mad.”
“The-yellow-smiling-face-yellow-roses-boutique! Where is it?” Her words were static and drawn out.
She hoped her eyes were burning a hole in him because they felt like they were on fire.
“Oh those.” Sam’s grin turned down in a frown. His laughter stopped.
“Did you drop them and you were afraid to tell me? Did the hospital not accept them to be delivered?”
Celia searched for any type of sign he had a good reason to not deliver the flowers. She could see pain in his eyes. But why? What was he hiding after all of these weeks?
“I gave them to someone else.” Sam quietly said.
Celia stormed up the cobblestone walkway. “You’re fired!” She screamed without turning around. “You’re fired!”
It was louder the second time. She wanted to make sure he heard her. She didn’t hear Charlie’s paws following her.
She looked back and Charlie was sitting at Sam’s feet.
“Charlie, come on.” Charlie stared at her and didn’t budge.
“Celia, let me explain.” Sam and Charlie started towards the shop.
Celia took off inside and began to strip and clip the stems at an alarming rate. She didn’t want to hear what he had to say. She was angry—at herself for letting emotions get in the way of business.
“You don’t realize what it costs me. Cost the shop.” Celia was already strapped for cash and to give a refund was not good business. She pointed her bottle nosed tweezers at him. “I have to give them a refund or make another one. It’s my name on the line. Do you know anything about a brand or a name? My name! Not Sam Reynolds, wanderer!”
“I couldn’t do it.” Sam braced himself against the farm table and stared at her. “She looked at me.”
Celia’s body began to soften. His voice was sincere and kind, making it hard for her to be mad. She was more accepting of what he was going to say. “She was really sick. When she spoke it was soft, gentle like.”
Before he turned away
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