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hotness that intimidated me or was it that I was beginning to get the feeling that he didn’t like me very much?  Could I blame him after catching me spying?
                  “Ooooookayyyyyy,” I replied, and then wheeled the wagon behind me as I journeyed back to the greenhouse to try again.  I read the label on the other brands, discovering that the red bag was the only one that specified “shredded” so I unpacked the original load and picked up the right ones.  Rather than having to come back for the river rock, I went ahead and grabbed those too.  When I made it back to the front, my Mohican was still pacing and staring at the clock. 
                  “I think I got it right this time,” I said nervously.
                  He sighed.  “Let’s hope.”
                  Before ringing him up, I glared across the counter at his now seemingly stoic expression as he pulled out his wallet.  Sure, I messed up big the other day and got caught in the act, but the fact that he got to watch me fall and get jumped by a few trees should’ve made us even in my book.
                  I rolled my eyes and then quickly scanned the bags.  “$237.67 is your total.”
                  He stared at the numbers on the register and then cocked his head to the side.  “That’s not right.  Did you take the ten percent off?”  He asked.
                  “Shoot!  I wasn’t thinking.”  I scrambled over the keys, looking for a way to fix my mistake before he had a chance to get even more annoyed by me.
                  He sighed again and then passed me the cash.  “Just forget it, and keep the change; I’m running late already.”  Before I could apologize for the mediocre service or anything else, he grabbed the handle of the wagon and hurried back to his truck.  I watched him toss the heavy bags like they were filled with nothing more than feathers and then kick up dust when he sped out of the parking lot. 
                  “Hm...,” I said aloud.  So much for the cute little nickname I’d given the beautiful red guy who’d peaked my interest my first day in town.  He was all the things I hated in a man; rude, short-tempered, and haughty.  After meeting him in person, he’d helped me get over my crush real quick.  It was short lived and he didn’t deserve my attention as far as I’m concerned.  After that, he was no longer my Mohican, he was Jolon.  Just Jolon…..

Chapter Two
                  Saturday was another scorcher and I did my best to stay posted in front of the fan.  Ruthann wasn’t all that concerned with me keeping busy while I was on the clock as long as everything was straight and I was available to help customers when they came in.  So, I took advantage and tried to cool off.  Seeing as how I still hadn’t thought of a way to gracefully bow out of this job, I was beginning to accept the reality that I might have to stick it out.  Things won’t be so bad though.  Ruthann taught me a lot in that first week.  For instance, I knew most of the plant names, the difference between perennial and annual flowers, and had even placed an inventory order on my third day with very little help from Ruthann.  I was learning the ropes much more quickly than either of us expected and as much as I hate to admit it, I kind of fit in here.  Ruthann even went as far as to call me a natural.
                  My eyes drifted up to the clock on the wall while my elbows rested on the counter and I felt myself getting a little nauseous, realizing that it was almost time for Jolon to make his daily stop here at Ruthann’s.  Since that first day I started, he’s come in with the same miserable attitude and I continue to speak to him as little as possible.  I don’t say much more than ‘Hi’ actually.  He tells me what he’s in for and I get it so he can get out.  I