Toxic

by Debra Jupe

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Praise for Debra Jupe

  Toxic

  Copyright

  Dedication

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

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  “A model employee, that’s what you are.

  I’ll tell Mike to give you a raise.” Gracie abruptly broke their connection. “Thank you for the dance. Now excuse me.” She whipped around on the slick floor. One leg slid in front of her, while the other slipped behind. She struggled to regain her poise and not perform the splits in front of the entire nursery industry.

  Rough hands glided over her bare arms to steady her. “You okay?”

  “I’m fine.” She didn’t bother to look in his direction as he set her back on her feet.

  “Might want to go easy on the margaritas.”

  She ignored his recommendation. Though grateful for stability, she wanted to get away from Ethan McCarthy pronto. She stood in mid-indignation not sure of her next move. Everyone seemed occupied, and she had no place to go. The bar caught her eye. The hell with his suggestion. Tonight the section of the restaurant was her only true friend.

  A large hand encircled her forearm. “Easy, Ms. D.” Ethan pulled her to him. “It’s an observation. I need to know the feelings weren’t mutual.”

  “Mutual feelings? With Reed? Why would you want to know that?”

  His lips curved. “’Cause, I prefer not to make a move if you’re otherwise involved.”

  “Make a move?”

  “I’m pretty sure you understand the concept, but in case you don’t.” He brushed his mouth against hers, then smiled. “Consider yourself hit on.”

  Praise for Debra Jupe

  “TOXIC is a tautly written mystery romance that will have you shifty-eyed every time you step into a nursery. Rich characters and timely subject matters, I really enjoyed this book.”

  ~Lorelei Buckley, author

  Toxic

  by

  Debra Jupe

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.

  Toxic

  COPYRIGHT © 2015 by Debra Jupe

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission of the author or The Wild Rose Press, Inc. except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews.

  Contact Information: info@thewildrosepress.com

  Cover Art by Diana Carlile

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  Publishing History

  First Crimson Rose Edition, 2015

  Print ISBN 978-1-5092-0316-1

  Digital ISBN 978-1-5092-0317-8

  Published in the United States of America

  Dedication

  For shoe shopping,

  chai tea drinking,

  and my book buying partner.

  This book is dedicated to my favorite daughter,

  Hannah Michelle.

  Thank you for all the support and fun.

  Love you bunches.

  Chapter 1

  Gracie Desoto glanced at her watch. Nine-thirty. With loads of work piled on her desk, she should place her plant material order and hurry back to the office. Instead, she wandered through a near deserted nursery, baking in the morning sun. Normally she wouldn’t waste her precious time, but she needed to find her friend Krystal to get her input for an upcoming project. Peering in greenhouse after greenhouse, she searched for someone who could point her in Krystal’s direction. She wanted to get all work related discussions out of the way now, and later they could move on and talk about her own drama. Like her life’s latest implosion.

  She cruised the nursery’s perimeters. The scorching June sun reflected off the fly ash, making the Texas morning seem twice as muggy as the thermometer indicated. But she no longer cared about the heat. Her mind had refocused on the previous evening. Doubtless the whole town was aware of this newest development. They probably guessed how her former spousal unit’s delightful news threw her for a major loop. So much so¸ she’d eaten an entire pan of brownies—with nuts—for dinner last night. After she went to bed, she tossed and turned, and even cried some—okay, a lot, which made her angry. The bastard didn’t deserve a tear, much less the onslaught she’d shed.

  Forget about shop talk, Gracie wanted to vent. She wandered into the secluded greenhouse Krystal liked to hang out in when she wanted privacy. They needed to get this discussion underway.

  Sweat trickled down the back of her neck the moment she entered. Odors of stale humidity, aged soil, and overripe foliage lingered. Pebbles crunched under her sneakers as she trekked through lush ferns and enormous potted palms only to find the greenhouse empty. She hurried to the exit, eager to leave the makeshift sauna. She took a step outdoors, her thoughts still sucked up into her personal crises while she searched for her friend.

  A roar of an engine yanked her attention back to the present. She leaped backward, inside the threshold. A four-wheeler with a flatbed attached missed her by a centimeter as it sped by. The trailer gracelessly bounced with each dip and bump in the graveled road, leaving a cloud of dry dirt to dangle in the air. She coughed and fanned at the dust, moving back into the doorway.

  “You need to watch where you’re going. That guy almost hit you.”

  She flinched and twisted, stumbling into the doorframe, knocking her off balance. A pair of rough hands grasped her shoulders and stopped her from toppling to the ground. Her palms skated over warm, muscular skin and rested against soft material covering a solid torso.

  She cranked her head up, and froze. A sharp tingle traveled throughout each body part causing her stomach to drop to the ground. Every issue evaporated in an instant. Serious gray eyes coolly regarded her. “This isn’t a good place to walk around and daydream. Could get you hurt.”

  His voice was low and easy. Sexy.

  “Daydream?”

  “I’ve followed you for a while. You’ve roamed in no particular direction and never noticed me behind you. You were zoned out. So, yeah, I’m guessing your mind was somewhere else.”

  “You were following me?”

  A slight grin played at the edge of his lips as his fingertips traced down her upper arms and dropped to his sides. “Doing my job, ma’am.”

  “Ma’am?” she repeated indignantly.

  He ignored her piqued resentment although his gaze stayed on her. “Are you lost?”

  “Oh, no, I’m just waiting.” Heat saturated her face. Shocked to find her hands still bonded to his chest, she released the T-shirt, one finger at a time and took a step backward.

  He dipped his fingertips into his sh
irt pocket and extracted a pair of Maui Jims to cover his gray eyes. “The area is restricted. Only certain employees are allowed in this section.” He lightly took her arm to escort her away from the greenhouse. “You’ll have to wait somewhere else.”

  “Yes, I used to…” Her voice trailed. Did he just tell me to leave? She stopped and jerked away from his grasp. Her eyes narrowed. “Who are you?”

  “I’m the person informing you that you need to stay out of this area.”

  His words hung in the air between them. Gracie stared at the man, keeping her face impassive, though inwardly she fumed. First, he insinuated she was directionally challenged, and now he was giving her orders. The guy certainly didn’t have a clue as to who he was dealing with.

  He’d have to carry her out if he wanted to get rid of her. Raising her chin, she spun to face deeper into the nursery, and took an awkward step which caused her to lose her balance. She caught her breath as her arms flew out to her side, catching herself before she toppled onto the gravel.

  Upright and stable, she was glad the situation didn’t end with a clichéd plunge, especially in front of this guy. Although there was no way he missed her slipup. She glanced at him. He remained in place, arms folded across his chest, his shaded gaze never wavering.

  “Hey Gracie,” called someone from behind. “Is your truck parked in the front?”

  She turned. Good. Somebody who knew her. He could tell this—person—where to get off. Gracie gave the young man strolling toward them a friendly wave. “Hello, Reed.”

  Reed Doliver shot a significant glance at the guy next to her before he flashed a charming grin. “Have you placed an order? No one’s called me to pull any plants for you.”

  “I haven’t been to the office. I wanted to speak with Krystal first.”

  “Wait a minute. Gracie.” The outsider snapped his fingers and pointed at her. “Are you the same Gracie who used to work here? The landscaper?”

  Gracie returned her attention to the stranger. “Yes, I’m Gracie Desoto. I did work here, but left five years ago to start my own landscaping business.”

  “Explains a lot.”

  Gracie cocked her head. “What is that supposed to mean?”

  “You’re legendary.”

  Her brows rose. “Legendary?”

  His lips lifted in a grin as he looked her over, but he didn’t respond. Gracie folded her arms across her middle and took him in. Chestnut hair combined with the scruff spread over his jaw gave him a mysterious, bad-boy façade. His entire aura whispered extreme confidence, yet his attitude infuriated her.

  “Okay, you’ve heard of me, but I have no idea who you are. Care to change that?”

  His grin turned into a full-blown smile, displaying a set of straight, white teeth. “We’ll become acquainted soon enough, I’m sure.” He rotated to Reed. “Doliver, a moment?” He nodded at Gracie. “You can wait in the office for your order.”

  Gracie scowled at the man, exasperated. Who did he think he was? She’d spent twelve years of her life at this wholesale nursery. The owners—and many longtime employees—were her close friends. Yet, he acted like he held some sort of authority over the entire place. How dare he behave in such a condescending way? She was a customer, after all. A very good customer. Krystal would get an earful later.

  She watched as he ambled farther away and stopped to wait for Reed to join him. For a moment she forgot about being miffed. He was tall. Good looking in a rugged, virile way. He possessed an edginess. His T-shirt stretched tight across what appeared to be a well-built physique, arms muscled and taut. His stance reminded her of a gunslinger in an old western movie showdown.

  Gracie pictured a holster wrapped around his waist, a hand positioned as if ready to draw. He looked like he’d know how to use a gun. An upsurge of restlessness flowed through her. There were boys, and there were men. This was definitely a man.

  Gracie pulled herself together and jerked her eyes away. What was she doing? She didn’t openly gape at guys. Especially one who irritated her so much. And he called her ma’am. Plus, this particular man might be a smidgen—or a lot younger than she. With a final glance, she took a step, ready to check out.

  The words “sweet ass” drifted through the gentle morning breeze followed by a roar of laughter. She stopped to look at the men again. The serious discussion appeared to be over, and the two engaged in a lively conversation.

  Were they talking about her sweet ass? Surly not. Though the dress style was causal, and the work atmosphere was laid back, the higher ups were encouraged to behave professionally. Therefore, they shouldn’t be commenting on her hind quarters, sweet or otherwise.

  She refocused on the new guy.

  Or would they?

  The man’s head swiveled in her direction. Although his eyes were covered, Gracie sensed his gaze resting upon her. A combination of indignation and exhilaration rose in her chest as he and Reed returned to where she stood.

  “Ms. Desoto, the rumors about your resilient determination appear to be fact,” the man drawled. “I realize you are a former employee and a valued customer, but in the future, you’ll need to stay out of this area. As you’re aware, this is where we store chemicals. All are hazardous.” The corners of his mouth lifted. “Wouldn’t want to put you in any kind of danger.”

  “I know the drill, and I am mindful of what is kept here. I’ve maintained my chemical license and am well versed on all elements usages. I’m not at risk whatsoever.”

  “I’m sure you’re skills are excellent, but things have changed. We don’t make exceptions for past employees. Reed will escort you to the office so you can place your order.” He gave a slight nod and spun away. “Have a nice day, Ms. Desoto.”

  She and Reed watched him until he vanished into a distant greenhouse. “He’s certainly arrogant. He acts like he runs the place.”

  “Yeah.” Reed cleared his throat uneasily. “He kinda does.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Mike hired him a couple of weeks ago. He’s the nursery’s foreman. Whatever Ethan McCarthy says, goes. He’s got everybody jumping. No playing, no goofin’ off. He’s all about the work. We follow his orders to the letter if we want to keep our jobs.” Reed laughed nervously. “Sorry, Gracie. You’ll have to stay outta here—well the new rules say you’re not supposed to be inside the nursery unless authorized personal are with you. And I don’t qualify.”

  Gracie glared at the younger man, not believing what she was hearing. Yes, the nursery did need a revamping, especially where employees were concerned, but these updated policies were past the point of being ridiculous.

  He gulped loudly. “I’m gonna have to take you away from here. Like I was told.” He gently touched her arm. “Let’s go find Krystal.”

  She stepped farther from Reed. Arms crossed around her middle, she glared at him, as if to dare him to remove her. “I don’t care what this Ethan McCartney says—”

  “McCarthy.”

  “Whatever. You may take orders from him, but I don’t.”

  Reed’s shoulders slumped. “Please don’t do this, Gracie. I understand where you’re coming from, but if I don’t do what he tells me to, he’ll write me up.”

  She dropped her hands to her side. She didn’t want to give in to this, intriguing yet tyrannical man, especially after the years of service she’d contributed to this operation, not to mention the business she awarded them. On the other hand, Reed was one of the good guys, and she’d rather not cause him any trouble.

  With a huff, she nodded and fell into step, allowing an obviously relieved Reed to lead her away. It was probably best to not be obstinate and follow proper channels for now, but she and the owner, Mike Manzel, would have a major discussion about his newest employee.

  Reed interrupted her thoughts “You can’t blame Ethan. He’s doing what Mike wants him to do.”

  “I’m aware that Mike can be a hard ass, but there is a right way to do things and there is a wrong, and—”


  “Help,” a strained, bass voice floated through the warm breeze.

  She and Reed skidded to a halt. Both stretched their necks and looked around. A faint pounding reverberated, seemingly far away.

  “Is that coming from the nursery?” Reed asked.

  “Somebody,” the person coughed. “I’m trapped. Get me out, quick.”

  “I’d say so.” Gracie continued to comb her surroundings anxiously. “Someone’s in trouble.”

  Accidents had occurred at the nursery ever so often, though most due to employees not following regulations, the worst being a broken leg. Either this person was in severe peril or they were into some major drama.

  “Crap, not again.”

  Gracie’s brows lifted. “Again? What are you talking about, Reed, what’s been happening?”

  “I need to find out what’s going on.” Reed gazed at her, his face distrustful. “Can I count on you to go to the office by yourself?”

  “I’m not the issue.”

  Another distant cry called out and hung in the breeze. The voice sounded weaker this time, farther away.

  “As a matter of fact, I think you need all the help you can get.” She took off in a full run, leaving Reed to stand in her wake. “You coming?” she hollered over her shoulder.

  Reed sprinted to catch her, and together they jogged deep into the compound on the graveled roadway. Greenhouses were lined in long rows on either side, separated by weedy drainage ditches in between. Inside, the light winds swayed lines of hanging baskets, creaking from their hooks into a rhythmic lull. Foliage filled pots were scattered on the ground, their leaves gently fanned in the breeze as the sun’s heat radiated off the semi-clear tops. Just being near the greenhouses shot the temperature past sweltering.

  Gracie and Reed slowed as they entered the mid-section. An odd eeriness enveloped the atmosphere. Only the wind’s quiet whistle accompanied by a soft hiss disturbed the stillness.

  Gracie skimmed the boundaries, her ears fixated on the strange fizzing sound. Her gaze settled on a greenhouse situated beyond them. It was closed and locked from the outside. Unusual. The only reason to shut a house in this heat was for fumigation purposes or because it was empty, and it was obvious this one wasn’t. If the infestation was so bad it couldn’t be drenched manually, then the insecticides were set after hours, once employees had left due to risks of toxic gas release.