From the moment she’d pushed her feet into her shoes when leaving Ben, the sense of dread had built in her gut and had essentially exploded on impact the moment she stepped into the barn. During the drive over, she thought she’d come up with the perfect idea for the men’s soap. The turnaround would be tight, but she couldn’t even give it her attention until Nikki signed off on the thing. The scheme was just so out there—so unusual—no way would Nikki let it fly. So, when Nikki called her back into her office for a discreet tête-à-tête, Daisy had stalled and said she’d narrowed her list down to three contenders. She scoffed. If only she had three. Talk about putting all her eggs in one basket! She tried to tune Momma out, and laid premium soaps due to a boutique into a cushioned box. “Daisy, you’re all over the place.” Momma wagged her finger in Daisy’s direction. “Liz said you ain’t been going home and you’re not turning up to work on time, so what’s the deal?
