Ivy looked down at the screen. "She said the foxglove you gave her isn’t growing well."
I lowered my gardening shears.
“Of course it’s not. I gave her those seeds last month. The flowers aren’t going to grow in one month.”
"That's what I told her."
I returned to clipping flowers. “Does she want to buy some of ours?”
"Yes. She wants you to pot some from our nursery and deliver them to her country estate. But she said to do it tomorrow between 11 am and 3 pm while Aiden wasn’t home.”
“Why can’t Aiden be home when they’re delivered?” I frowned. “Please tell me she’s not planning to use them on him.”
“I asked her that. She said she wasn’t planning on hurting him. She just didn’t want him to know she hadn’t grown them herself.”
“Oh!” I chuckled, relieved. Shaking my head, I said, “She’s still recovering from a car accident and from having amnesia. Yet, she seems eager to have some foxglove. Who is Noe trying to give a heart attack to?”
Ivy shrugged. “She didn’t say. I didn’t ask. More than likely, it’s for a job. You should probably include a card with the order to let her know how much is lethal. Hell, any part of the flower, if ingested, would leave a person throwing up for hours. But the right amount is needed for it to kill.”
“I know. And Noelani knows that, too. She’s a professional.”
“Even so, I think when we sell it to our assassin friends, we should include how much is needed to make a person sick for hours, days, months, and how much is needed to kill them.Going the extra mile keeps the killers coming back.That’s my mom’s motto.”
And that was why her mom and my mom were best friends.
“We already do that. They’re called Toxicity Cards,” I reminded her.
“Oh, right. I forgot about them. It’s been a while since I’ve had to deal with a special order. Actually, it’s been a while since I’ve been needed this much in the shop.”
“Are you complaining?” I asked, knowing she’d much rather be a Petal in the wind.
“Yup,” she said before winking at me. “Do we have any toxicity cards ready for the Foxgloves?”
“We do. I’ll prepare it for Noe along with her order of potted foxgloves and these Brugmansias she ordered.”
“Need me to do anything?” Ivy asked.
“Nope. Just man the shop while I work out here.”
“But it’s boring in the shop. I haven’t had a customer in two hours.”
“After the week we’ve had, you should be happy about that.”
“I need something to do. Do you have any hacking responsibilities today? I can take care of them for you.”
“Nope,” I replied, mind briefly straying to the only person I was interested in hacking these days.
Don’t think about him, Blossom. That was over. You had to get over him. Ugh! Why was it so hard to get over him?
“Come on. You’ve got to have something for me to do, Blossom. You know I’m not really a register girly. I need to hack or stab something to feel like my day has meaning.”
I burst out laughing at that. I couldn’t help it. I should really get that put on a T-shirt. I bet my Romeo would find it funny also.
Ugh! Don’t think about him, Blossom. He’s not your Romeo. And you’re not his... Juliet.
I spun around to face my friend.
“Ivy, you have things to do. How is the baby shower order going?”
