Page 12 of His Old Lady

Jenna half hugged her at the car. "I owe you a night out."

"I'll take you up on that, but not until we get a job." She put the flower pot in the backseat, making sure it wouldn't tip on the corners, and shut the door.

"Thanks again." Jenna slid into the driver's seat. "See you in the morning for our job-hunting extravaganza."

"I'm feeling positive." She held up two crossed fingers and backed out of the way of the car.

Jenna, Stephanie, Angela, and her were going job hunting tomorrow in Missoula. She hoped to come home with employment lined up for all of them, considering they all quit working at the lounge at the same time. She could never repay them for the support they showed her by walking out.

She strolled across the front yard, heading around the house to go to the greenhouse in the backyard and noticed a white envelope taped to the front door. She jumped over the flowerbed onto the porch.

The envelope had her name on the front. Taking it with her to the greenhouse, she opened the letter as she walked.

Please, come back. I'll give you a dollar an hour raise, and we can talk. —Cal

She groaned, stepping into the greenhouse. The guy wouldn't stop.

Not once had she ever given Cal the idea that she was interested in him. In fact, she loved working for his ex-wife and really had nothing to do with Cal for years because he remained behind the scenes up until Celia left him. She wished Celia had kept the business, and given Cal the house, then she would still have a job.

Tossing the letter in the trashcan, she went back to the rows of plants and started deadheading the hanging baskets. Each time she plucked a dried, shriveled bloom off the plants, she pretended they were her former boss's head.

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