Heather Webber - Digging Up Trouble

For my family,

who ply me with plenty of story ideas . . .

and hugs.

A great combination.

All my love.

Contents

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Thou, Nina Colette Ceceri Quinn, shall not hire any more

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Two

I set the design board for the Lockharts

yard on

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Three

White-knuckled, Tam clenched the steering wheel. Hes fine. Just fine.

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Four

Id barely slept at all last night between worrying about

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Five

Kit immediately handed me BeBes leash and started CPR. I

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Six

An hour later I stood staring at the mess in

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Seven

I finally headed back to the office around six. It

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Eight

I parked down the block. I told myself it was

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Nine

I resisted temptation to head to the hospital to visit

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Ten

Do you want to have kids?

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Eleven

Why not marry him? Ana asked as she drove I-75 south,

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Twelve

Hairy-chested Alan snatched my wig back, set it on my

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Thirteen

I was afraid to go home, but since I didnt

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Fourteen

I searched for a parking spot near the Sandruzzis house

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Fifteen

Growl had been in business for about a year now,

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Sixteen

The Magic Sun Chinese Buffet had the best egg rolls

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Seventeen

The chimes sang as I pulled open the TBS door,

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Eighteen

Id been told not to go anywhere by the baby-faced 158

Nineteen

By four-fifteen I was in a seriously bad mood.

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Twenty

You can stop saying sorry, Riley said, climbing into my

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Twenty-One

Tuesday morning I sat at my desk, trying to massage 183

Twenty-Two

Dale didnt look happy to see me. I didnt take

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Twenty-Three

By Wednesday afternoon I hadnt heard from Tam. Id left

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Twenty-Four

It was one of those hot muggy July days that 212

Twenty-Five

I looked up from the hummingbird garden plans on my

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Twenty-Six

I drove around until I finally found myself parked in

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Take Your Garden by Surprise

Acknowledgments

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One

Thou, Nina Colette Ceceri Quinn, shall nothire any more unreliable ex-cons.

Not an easy commandment, to say the least, since I really couldnt tell who was reliable and who wasnt until they started working for me.

I frowned. Talk about a Catch-22.

The trick was weeding out the good from the bad. As I looked around my office conference room, I realized Id certainly found a few good ones in Kit Pipe, Deanna Parks, Marty Johnson, and Coby Fowler. And of course Tam Oliver, who sat in her throne chair in the reception area pretending she wasnt eavesdropping.

My business, Taken by Surprise, Garden Designs, had thrived over the last few years because of their hard work.

And getting any specialized landscaping business to thrive in this day and age was notable, but here in small-town Freedom, Ohio, it was a miracle. This was middle-class country, the heart of the Midwest, and I charged upper-class prices for my day-in, day-out yard makeovers.

It was the bad experiences with my rap-sheeted workers that made me question my hiring practices. Currently, one worker in particular.

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So, no ones seen him? I asked, looking down the long rectangular table. It was littered with soda cans, coffee cups, and the sad remains of two dozen Krispy Kremes.

Not since he left yesterday afternoon. Deanna twirled a pencil like a baton. Said he had an appointment he couldnt miss. And he was all dolled up too. I smelled him coming through a closed door.

The he in question was Jean-Claude Reaux, who tended to wear too much cologne, and who was currently MIA.

Hed worked for me three years.

Hed started out as a laborer, but I soon noticed he had an uncanny instinct for finding unique items and fabrics to go with my designs. He still did laborwe all didbut now he had a lot more input on these design meetings.

Like the one we were in now.

Like the one he hadnt shown up for.

We cant wait much longer, Kit put in. Kit was my right-hand man.

I found myself staring at him. Not because he was six-foot-five, 250 pounds. Or that his eyes had been tattooed with dark liner sometime in the late eighties. It was because I couldnt get used to the sight of him with hair.

Hair, of all things.

This from a man who practically spit-shined the skull tattoo on his bald head. The tattoo now covered with downy soft-looking brown fuzz.

Stop staring, he said.

I cant help it.

He growled. Try.

I kind of like it, Deanna said.

Lord, was she blushing? I groaned. I didnt need Deanna having a crush on Kit. Interoffice romances were somewhat prohibited (Id been known to bend the rules), but that wasnt why. It was because I really didnt want to see anything Digging Up Trouble

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happen to DeannaKits live-in girlfriend, Daisy, was the jealous type.

Or so Id heard. No one had ever seen her. Not even once.

Which certainly piqued my nosiness.

Me too, Coby singsonged, and batted his eyelashes.

Kits eyes narrowed. In a dangerous whisper he said, See what you did?

Me? I asked. What did I do?

You stared.

Oh for heavens sake. Sue me. At Kits growl, I rushed on. So, where were we?

Staring. Deannas cheeks were still rosy.

Kit crushed a Mountain Dew can.

I ignored him and riffled through the papers in the file in front of me. No, before that.

Jean-Claude, Marty supplied, reaching for another Krispy Kreme.

Oh yeah.

This isnt the first time hes been a no-show, Kit reminded.

No, it wasnt. So far this month, Jean-Claude had come in late twice and hadnt bothered to show at all three times.

Four if you counted today.

Not a good track record. Especially considering we were only two weeks into July.

Any sane boss would fire him.

Unfortunately, Id come to recognize in my twenty-nine years that I leaned to the right side of normal.

No one knows what hes up to? I asked, looking for some explanation. Marty?

Me? he mumbled over a mouth full of glazed doughnut.

The phone rang in the front room, and I heard Tam answer it. Maybe it was Jean-Claude? Calling in? With a doozy of an excuse?

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Because if he didnt have a doozy of an excuse, I really would have to fire him.

Sooner or later.

Sooner probably if Kits glare was any indication.

Inwardly I groaned. I hated firing people.

Tam stuck her head in the door. Nina?

I looked up, hopeful. Is that Jean-Claude?

She shook her head, her tight curls not budging. No. Its Lindsey Lockhart. She said shes running late and wont be able to make it until ten. Is that okay?

My hands immediately turned damp. Yeah. Thats fine.

Were running behind here anyway.

Okay. She turned slowly and walked away, her belly leading. Tam was due in five weeks, and I didnt know what I was going to do without her while she was on maternity leave.

I thought back to my newest commandment and wondered if I should hire a temp through a reputable agency.

Only that might ruffle Anas feathers. My cousin Ana Bertoli was a probation officer who sent me her probationers when someone had trouble finding a job or if I needed a new hire.