Anything But Sweet
“Overhead, the grackles gathered in the trees, fluttered their wings, and bombarded her with squeaks and whistles.
“I know we’re on a mouse-sized budget, Sam, but I want elephant-sized results.”
Sam, the landscape manager, bent his head over the plans and rubbed his brow with a free hand. “I can’t—”
“No. No. No. I don’t want to hear ‘I can’t.’ I want to hear”—she lowered her tone to sound like a man—“wow, Charli, this is a really astronomically impossible feat, but I’ll make damned sure you get what you need.”
He chuckled. “Does anyone ever tell you no?”
“Well, they try.” She grinned. “But the results can be really ugly, and I’d rather not discuss the messy details.”
“Fine.” Sam gave a huge man sigh. “Then you’ll have exactly what you want—providing that elaborate gazebo you ordered gets done on time.”
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