Red Lily by Nora Roberts Read Free Book Online Page B

that better?”
    “Yeah. Better. A lot.”
    As she’d hoped, his gaze skimmed down, lingered on her mouth. Classic move, she thought. Classic results.
    “I’ll . . . show you how to do the rest.”
    He looked blank for a moment, like a man who’d forgotten what he was doing in the middle of a task. She couldn’t have been more delighted.
    Then he stepped back, reached in his tool bag for the grafting tape.
    That had been so nice, she mused. Line to line, heat to heat, for just a few seconds. Of course now she was all churned up, but it felt good, felt fine to have everything swimming around inside her.
    But as penance for her calculation, she behaved herself, played the eager student as she positioned the bud chip on the stock so the cambium layers met as snugly as her body had met Harper’s.

    She bound the chip to stock using the tape around and over the bud as instructed.
    “Good. Perfect.” He still felt a little breathless, and the palms of his hands were damp enough that he wiped them on the knees of his jeans. “In six weeks, maybe two months, the chip will have united, and we’ll take off the tape. Late next winter, we’ll cut the top of the stock, just above this bud, and during the spring the grafted bud will send out a shoot, and we’re off and running.”
    “It’s fun, isn’t it? How you can take a little something from one, a little something from another, put them together and make more.”
    “That’s the plan.”
    “Will you show me some of the other techniques sometime? Like what you do in the grafting house?” Her body was angled, her head bent over the next rootstock. “Roz and Stella showed me some of the propagation techniques. I’ve done some flats by myself. I’d like to try something in the grafting house.”
    Alone with her there, in all that moist heat. He’d probably drown in a pool of his own lust.
    “Sure, sure. No problem.”
    “Harper?” She knelt to join chip bud with rootstock. “Did you ever think, when your mama started this place, it’d be what it is?”
    He had to focus, on her words, on the work, and ignore—or at least suffer through—his body’s reaction to her.
    Lily’s mama, he reminded himself. A guest in his home. An employee. Could it be any more complicated?
    Jesus, God. Help.
    “Harper?”
    “Sorry.” He wrapped grafting tape. “I did.” When he looked up, looked around, beyond the fields and nursery beds, to the greenhouses, and sheds, he calmed. “I guess Icould see it because it was what I wanted, too. And I know when Mama puts her mind to something, puts her back into it, she’s going to make it work.”
    “What if she hadn’t wanted it, or put her mind to it? What would you be doing?”
    “Just what I’m doing. If she hadn’t decided on this I’d’ve started it myself. And because I wanted it, she’d’ve got on board, so I guess we’d have pretty much what we have here.”
    “She’s the best, isn’t she? It’s good that you know that, that you understand how lucky you are. I see that between you. You don’t take each other for granted. I hope Lily and I have that one day.”
    “Seems like you already do.”
    She smiled at that, and rose to go to the next rootstock. “Do you think you and Roz are the way you are with each other, to each other—and your brothers, too—because you didn’t have a daddy most of your life? I mean, I think I was closer to my own daddy because it was just the two of us than I might’ve been otherwise. I’ve wondered about that.”
    “Maybe.” His hair, a thick tangle of black, fell forward as he worked. He shook it back, momentarily annoyed he’d forgotten a hat. “I remember her and my father, how they were together. It was special. She’s got something like that with Mitch—not the same. I guess it’s never the same, not supposed to be. But they’ve got something good and special. That’s what she deserves.”
    “Do you ever think about finding somebody? Somebody good and