"She won't. Go ahead and do the paperwork." He dug a many folded note out of his pocket. "On these and the materials I've got down here. I'll load up."
"Good. Fine." She started inside. The itch had moved from her shoulder blades to just under her belly button.
It wasn't a date, it wasn't a date, she reminded herself. It wasn't even an outing, really. It was a gesture.
A goodwill gesture on both sides.
And now, she thought as she walked into her office, they were both stuck with it.
NINE
"I don't know how it got to be Thursday."
"It has something to do with Thor, the Norse god." Hayley hunched her shoulders sheepishly. "I know
a lot of stupid things. I don't know why."
"I wasn't looking for the origin of the word, more how it got here so fast. Thor?" Stella repeated, turning from the mirror in the employee bathroom.
"Pretty sure."
"I'll just take your word on that one. Okay." She spread out her arms. "How do I look?"
"You look really nice."
"Too nice? You know, too formal or prepared?"
"No, just right nice." The fact was, she envied the way Stella looked in simple gray pants and black sweater. Sort of tailored, and curvy under it. When she wasn't pregnant, she herself tended to be on
the bony side and flat-chested.
"The sweater makes you look really built," she added.
"Oh, God!" Horrified, Stella crossed her arms, pressing them against her breasts. "Too built? Like,
hey, look at my boobs?"
"No." Laughing, Hayley tugged Stella's arms down. "Cut it out. You've got really excellent boobs."
"I'm nervous. It's ridiculous, but I'm nervous. I hate being nervous, which is why I hardly ever am."
She tugged at the sleeve of her sweater, brushed at it. "Why do something you hate?"
"It's just a casual afternoon outing." Hayley avoided the D word. They'd been over that. "Just go and have fun."
"Right. Of course. Stupid." She shook herself off before walking out of the room. "You've got my cell number."
"Everybody has your cell number, Stella." She cast a look at Ruby, who answered it with chuckle.
"I think the mayor probably has it on speed dial."
"If there are any problems at all, don't hesitate to use it. And if you're not sure about anything, and
can't find Roz or Harper, just call me."
"Yes, Mama. And don't worry, the keg's not coming until three." She slapped a hand over her mouth. "Did I say keg? Peg's what I meant. Yeah, I meant Peg."
"Ha ha."
"And the male strippers aren't a definite." She got a hoot of laughter out of Ruby at that and grinned madly. "So you can chill."
"I don't think chilling's on today's schedule."
"Can I ask how long it's been since you've been on a date—I mean, an outing?"
"Not that long. A few months." When Hayley rolled her eyes, Stella rolled hers right back. "I was busy. There was a lot to do with selling the house, packing up, arranging for storage, researching schools and pediatricians down here. I didn't have time."
"And didn't have anyone who made you want to make time. You're making it today."
"It's not like that. Why is he late?" she demanded, glancing at her watch. "I knew he'd be late. He has
'I'm chronically late for mostly everything' written all over him."
When a customer came in, Hayley patted Stella's shoulder. "That's my cue. Have a good time. May I help you?" she asked, strolling over to the customer.
Stella waited another couple of minutes, assuring herself that Hayley had the new customer in hand.
Ruby rang up two more. Work was being done where work needed to be done, and she had nothing
to do but wait.
Deciding to do her waiting outside, she grabbed her jacket.
Her planters looked good, and she figured her display of them was directly responsible for the flats of pansies they'd moved in the past few days. That being the case, they could add a few more planters,
do a couple of half whiskey barrels, add some hanging pots.
Scribbling, she wandered around, picking out the best spots to place displays, to add other touches that would inspire customers to buy.
* * *
When Logan pulled up at quarter after one, she was sitting on the steps, listing the proposed displays
and arrangements and dividing up the labor of creating them.
She got up even as he climbed out of the truck. "I got hung up."
"No problem. I kept busy."
"You okay riding in the truck?"
"Wouldn't be the first time." She got in, and as she buckled her seat belt, studied the forest of notes
and reminders, sketches and math calculations stuck to his dashboard.
"Your filing system?"
"Most of it." He turned on the CD player, and Elvis rocked out with "Heartbreak Hotel." "Seems only right."
"Are you a big fan?"
"You've got to respect the King."
"How many times have you been to Graceland?"
"Couldn't say. People come in from out of town, they want to see it. You visit Memphis, you want Graceland, Beale Street, ribs, the Peabody's duck walk."
Maybe she could chill, Stella decided. They were just talking, after all. Like normal people. "Then this
is the first tic on my list."
He looked over at her. Though his eyes were shielded by the black lenses, she knew, from the angle of his head, that they were narrowed with speculation. "You've been here, what, around a month, and you haven't gone for ribs?"
"No. Will I be arrested?"
"You a vegetarian?"
"No, and I like ribs."
"Honey, you haven't had ribs yet if you haven't had Memphis ribs. Don't your parents live down here?
I thought I'd met them once."
"My father and his wife, yeah. Will and Jolene Dooley."
"And no ribs?"
"I guess not. Will they be arrested?"
"They might, if it gets out. But I'll give you, and them, a break and keep quiet about it for the time being."
"Guess we'll owe you."
"Heartbreak Hotel" moved into "Shake, Rattle, and Roll." This was her father's music, she thought. It
was odd, and kind of sweet, to be driving along, tapping her foot, on the way to Memphis listening to
the music her father had listened to as a teenager.
"What you do is you take the kids to the Reunion for ribs," Logan told her. "You can walk over to Beale from there, take in the show. But before you eat, you go by the Peabody so they can see the ducks.
Kids gotta see the ducks."
"My father's taken them."
"That might keep him out of the slammer."
"Whew." It was easier than she'd thought it would be, and she felt foolish knowing she'd prepared several avenues for small talk. "Except for the time you moved north, you've always lived in the Memphis area?"
"That's right."
"It's strange for me, knowing I was born here, but having no real memory of it. I like it here, and I like to think— overlooking the lack of ribs to date—that there's a connection for me here. Of course, I haven't been through a summer yet—that I can remember—but I like it. I love working for Roz."
"She's a jewel."
Because she heard the affection in his tone, she shifted toward him a bit. "She thinks the same of you.
In fact, initially, I thought the two of you were ..."
His grin spread. "No kidding?"
"She's beautiful and clever, and you've got a lot in common. You've got a history."
"All true. Probably the history makes anything like that weird. But thanks."
"I admire her so much. I like her, too, but I have such admiration for everything she's accomplished. Single-handedly. Raising her family, maintaining her home, building a business from the ground up.
And all the while doing it her own way, calling her own shots."
"Is that what you want?"
"I don't want my own business. I thought about it a couple of years ago. But that sort of leap with no parachute and two kids?" She shook her head. "Roz is gutsier than I am. Besides, I realized it wasn't