That Sunday she came in at eight a.m., shut herself in her office and completed the watercolor sketches she hadn’t been able to even begin on Saturday. When George arrived at ten, she’d already opened the shop, bid the clerks good morning and was out watering. “Beautiful day, isn’t it, George?” George bent to angle a potted geranium toward the sun. “Yes, it sure is, and it sounds as though your date went well.” Darcy swallowed a harsh laugh. “The film at the Monarch is hilarious. You ought to take Marge.” “That all you care to say?” George straightened slowly and rubbed the small of his back. “Pretty much, but thanks for the wardrobe tip. I like the new clothes.” “Good, and I’ve got another tip for you. Saw this one on TV. Scientists did a study of what scents men respond to best, and they found pumpkin pie spice beats out the most expensive perfumes. You ought to get yourself a little canister in the baking aisle at the market and use it just like dusting powder.”
