By the time Misty finished her two, in-town deliveries, she’d given up on her hair, combing out the remains of today’s flowers and gathering the curling mess of it into a knot. Her skirt hung wet and limp against her legs, and she couldn’t wait to get home and into a hot bath with a cup of steaming tea to chase away the chill. Or maybe wine. It was five o’clock somewhere and she was almost done with work for the day. But first, she had to brave the rising squall and drive ten miles into the county to deliver this last anniversary bouquet to Jolene Lowrey.
Mother Nature was having some kind of a tantrum, lashing wind and rain against the van hard enough to make it rock as Misty took the road out from town and headed over the pass that led to the next valley. She could barely hear the guidi
