Where the hell was Tiffany? It was only eleven o’clock, way too early for her lunch break. “Good morning,” he said into the mouthpiece. “Paradise Nursery.” “Is that you, Andy? Thank God!” He recognized the woman’s husky voice immediately, and a warm sensation curled through his groin. “Maya! What can I do for you?” “I’m in deep trouble. You know the big order of landscaping stuff you guys delivered to our home show site yesterday morning? I totally screwed up and ordered eight Japanese maples and three arborvitae. It should have been the other way around. Plus we need six more big bags of the same type of mulch.” “No problem. We can certainly swap those shrubs for you, and we’ve always got plenty of mulch.” This kind of crisis was common as the annual Unforgettable Homes Show approached. He’d talked to two other contractors this morning who were scrambling to finish landscaping their model homes for the prestigious event.
