She has what he needs ... in every sense of the word.
Evan Ross is desperate. If he fails to acquire a few specific properties for his boss, he'll lose everything he owns. Standing between him and his salvation? One rebellious, stubborn, and sexy-as...
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Outside of Bluebonnet Treasures, Dani held up her sample jar for the umpteenth. "Ma'am, would you like to try this renewal butter made from locally grown organic herbs? It will rejuvenate dry skin and leave it silky smooth."
"The queen of county," Ava pointed to the vertical banner next to the front door, "Ms. Tammy Wells swears by it."
The woman in blue jeans and a sleeveless shirt looked at the photo then back at the lotion. "Ah'ite."
Dani dipped a plastic spoon into the jar, then dabbed a bit onto the middle-age lady's rough hand.
She sniffed. "It smells nice." Then she rubbed the back of her hands together. "And it feels nice too. Not greasy. Thanks, I'll think about it."
Dani reached into her back pocket for a business card. "We'll be here 'til five. Otherwise, you can always order online. Here's our card and have a lovely bluebonnet day."
"Much obliged," the woman said then continued down the sidewalk.
"Dani," Mrs. Swenson called from the doorway. "How long will it take you to mix up another batch of lotion?"
She blinked as if that would help her hearing. "You're all out?"
"Yes. I can't believe it."
"All five dozen?"
"Plus all the ones I had in stock before today." Mrs. Swenson beamed. "You girls are doin' a heck of a job sellin'."
In Dani's head, a merry cha-ching, cha-ching drowned out the announcer's excited voice calling the potato sack race. She couldn't wait to sit on her bed and count the pile of money from this single day's profits. "Hot damn. That's incredible."
"See, girlfriend," Ava sassed. "I told ya that vertical sign would be a great investment. Bees to honey baby."
Mrs. Swenson fussed with her painted bluebonnet scarf. "I'll admit, I wasn't thrilled when you put it up. Who wants to see themselves larger than life? But it is an attention git'er. And the photos you posted last week, I've lost count how many folks told me they came today because of seeing'um."
"I told ya. I told ya." Ava danced in a circle, arms pumping. "I told ya."
Dani fixed her friend with a wary look. "Don't forget, the influence of the Inter-web cuts both ways. Let's hope it all stays positive." She whirled back to Mrs. S. "If need be, I'll stay up all night to restock your shelves by Monday."
The colorful merchant flicked her wrist. "No, don't do that. By the end of the week is fine. I'll tell folks they'll be shipped next Saturday."
"How about telling folks they'll have them by Saturday? And since it's my fault you ran out, I insist on paying for the shipping cost."
"Bless your heart." Mrs. S. placed a hand on Dani's shoulder. "But honey, I can't let you do that."
