said Duncan.
Meara raised an eyebrow. “Pest
control? Anne, pick out a few marigolds. Good job, Anne. Thank you, Duncan.”
Beaming at him, Anne ran off to
gather the marigolds. Meara went back to choosing plants. The greenhouse cart
was soon filled to bursting.
Meara sighed. “I think we’re
done. Thank you, Duncan, for everything. It’s been a wonderful day.”
He replied, “It’s been my
pleasure. I don’t see many flower plants. I thought you’d like flowers in
your garden.”
“I’m a black thumb. I’ll be
surprised if these plants make it. I’d hate to kill any pretty flowers. These
plants have a chance if Anne waters them.” She shrugged.
“She’s horrible with plants. She
killed a cactus. She’s so weird. She doesn’t like roses. She thinks they
belong in a garden, not in a florist shop,” Anne said. “She likes carnations
and wildflowers because they’re practical.”
Meara rolled her eyes. “We should
get Duncan back to the library before it closes.”
Anne navigated the greenhouse cart
towards the checkout stand. Duncan followed, smiling and shaking his head.
They could keep him entertained all afternoon. Near the checkout counter was a
display case full of baked goods. Anne was drooling over the goodies.
“Don’t even think about it,” said
Meara, leaving Duncan and Anne by the baked goods.
Duncan chuckled. “She’s tough.”
“She’s worse than my own mother,”
Anne replied seriously. “Look at those chocolate chocolate chip cookies. Sir
Duncan, what kind of cookies do you like?”
“I like the classic chocolate chip
cookies but I also like the chocolate chunk and the M&M cookies.”
Meara was listening as the cashier
rang up their order. “Anne, take the cart to the Jeep and start loading the
plants.”
Anne sighed. “She’s so bossy.”
Duncan laughed. “I’ll help you.”
Duncan and Anne loaded the plants
into the Jeep. Meara joined them. She was carrying a plastic bag, but didn’t
offer any explanations. He gave her directions and soon they were back at the
library. She pulled up to the front of the library and stopped. They looked
at Anne in the backseat. She was asleep.
“She’s had lots of excitement.
I’ll take her home and throw her in the pool,” teased Meara. “No response.
She’s really out. Thank you for everything, Sir Duncan. I can’t remember the
last time I had such a wonderful adventure.”
“Thank you for sharing it with me,
Lady Meara,” he replied. “I’m looking forward to Monday.”
“So am I.” Blushing, she handed
him a large, white bag. “I have something for you.”
He opened it. “Chocolate chip and
M&M cookies. Thank you.”
“A small token of my appreciation,
Sir Duncan. You deserve them for putting up with us,” she said quietly.
She reached out to shake his hand.
He held her hand firmly. They looked into each other’s eyes. The world melted
away as Meara got lost in his eyes.
“Until Monday, Mr. Phillips,” she
whispered.
“Until Monday, Lady Meara,” he
replied with a twinkle in his green eyes. “We’re not inside the library.”
Never looking away from her eyes,
he brought her hand to his lips. He kissed her knuckles then he slowly
released her hand. She turned a bright red. He got out of the Jeep and smiled
at her through the open window.
She managed to squeak. “Goodbye.”
“Goodbye.” Grinning, he turned and
without looking back, entered the library.
She sat dazed for a few seconds.
She sighed and smiled as she stared at the hand he had kissed. A voice from
the backseat startled her.
“Did he kiss your hand?” Anne
asked.
“Yes, he did. I’m being wooed.”
“What’s that?”
“Wooed. Courted. Romanced.”
“He does like you.”
“Be quiet, Anne. I thought you
were asleep.”
“It got quiet. I saw him kissing
your hand. Do you like
Meara raised an eyebrow. “Pest
control? Anne, pick out a few marigolds. Good job, Anne. Thank you, Duncan.”
Beaming at him, Anne ran off to
gather the marigolds. Meara went back to choosing plants. The greenhouse cart
was soon filled to bursting.
Meara sighed. “I think we’re
done. Thank you, Duncan, for everything. It’s been a wonderful day.”
He replied, “It’s been my
pleasure. I don’t see many flower plants. I thought you’d like flowers in
your garden.”
“I’m a black thumb. I’ll be
surprised if these plants make it. I’d hate to kill any pretty flowers. These
plants have a chance if Anne waters them.” She shrugged.
“She’s horrible with plants. She
killed a cactus. She’s so weird. She doesn’t like roses. She thinks they
belong in a garden, not in a florist shop,” Anne said. “She likes carnations
and wildflowers because they’re practical.”
Meara rolled her eyes. “We should
get Duncan back to the library before it closes.”
Anne navigated the greenhouse cart
towards the checkout stand. Duncan followed, smiling and shaking his head.
They could keep him entertained all afternoon. Near the checkout counter was a
display case full of baked goods. Anne was drooling over the goodies.
“Don’t even think about it,” said
Meara, leaving Duncan and Anne by the baked goods.
Duncan chuckled. “She’s tough.”
“She’s worse than my own mother,”
Anne replied seriously. “Look at those chocolate chocolate chip cookies. Sir
Duncan, what kind of cookies do you like?”
“I like the classic chocolate chip
cookies but I also like the chocolate chunk and the M&M cookies.”
Meara was listening as the cashier
rang up their order. “Anne, take the cart to the Jeep and start loading the
plants.”
Anne sighed. “She’s so bossy.”
Duncan laughed. “I’ll help you.”
Duncan and Anne loaded the plants
into the Jeep. Meara joined them. She was carrying a plastic bag, but didn’t
offer any explanations. He gave her directions and soon they were back at the
library. She pulled up to the front of the library and stopped. They looked
at Anne in the backseat. She was asleep.
“She’s had lots of excitement.
I’ll take her home and throw her in the pool,” teased Meara. “No response.
She’s really out. Thank you for everything, Sir Duncan. I can’t remember the
last time I had such a wonderful adventure.”
“Thank you for sharing it with me,
Lady Meara,” he replied. “I’m looking forward to Monday.”
“So am I.” Blushing, she handed
him a large, white bag. “I have something for you.”
He opened it. “Chocolate chip and
M&M cookies. Thank you.”
“A small token of my appreciation,
Sir Duncan. You deserve them for putting up with us,” she said quietly.
She reached out to shake his hand.
He held her hand firmly. They looked into each other’s eyes. The world melted
away as Meara got lost in his eyes.
“Until Monday, Mr. Phillips,” she
whispered.
“Until Monday, Lady Meara,” he
replied with a twinkle in his green eyes. “We’re not inside the library.”
Never looking away from her eyes,
he brought her hand to his lips. He kissed her knuckles then he slowly
released her hand. She turned a bright red. He got out of the Jeep and smiled
at her through the open window.
She managed to squeak. “Goodbye.”
“Goodbye.” Grinning, he turned and
without looking back, entered the library.
She sat dazed for a few seconds.
She sighed and smiled as she stared at the hand he had kissed. A voice from
the backseat startled her.
“Did he kiss your hand?” Anne
asked.
“Yes, he did. I’m being wooed.”
“What’s that?”
“Wooed. Courted. Romanced.”
“He does like you.”
“Be quiet, Anne. I thought you
were asleep.”
“It got quiet. I saw him kissing
your hand. Do you like
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