“Timeline moved up?” Ewan guessed. “Like usual?”
Bianca tried to keep her brain from screaming. “Yeah. We need to get those contracts signed and now.” She glanced at her phone. “We have just enough time to hit this place. Punch the gas, Clancy.”
Clancy sped up. “I’ll handle the town leaders tomorrow. We’ve already agreed on everything, and they’ll sign.”
“Good.” Bianca turned toward him.
“You need to get the Willoughbys to sign,” Clancy added. “That homestead is the key location, and we still don’t have their contract.”
“I know.” She turned toward the passenger window and scanned the roadside.
A wooden sign appeared ahead.
BOYD’S NURSERY
The sign stood between two thick cedar posts. Weathered wood framed the lettering, and climbing ivy wrapped around the edges. Beyond it stretched a surprisingly large property with greenhouses overflowing with flowers.
Shade trees filled one section of the lot. Young maples, aspens, and spruce trees stood in neat rows with burlap wrapped around their root balls. Gravel paths wound between beds of shrubs and ornamental grasses.
Bianca stared. “This place is bigger than I thought.” Excitement surged through her.
Clancy pulled into the dirt parking lot and shut off the engine. “This could take all night.”
“Yay.” Bianca pushed open the SUV door and stepped out before the engine had fully cooled. “This is wonderful.” The smell hit her the moment she opened the front doors to goinside. Warm earth. Fresh greenery. The faint sweetness of blossoms drifting through the air. It smelled like spring.
A door opened in the back room, and Boyd Kessler stepped out. “Bianca?” Surprise lit his face. “What are you doing here?”
“I need shrubs and ornamental flowers for the ranch house scenes.” Happiness bubbled inside her.
Clancy and Ewan entered behind her. The bell above the door gave a cheerful jingle.
Ewan glanced around. “Looks like a bunch of plants and flowers to me.”
Bianca spread her arms wide, taking in the entire shop. “This is wonderful.”
Boyd grinned. “Do you want to wander around, or would you like me to show you the inventory?”
She glanced out the windows again, already planning layouts in her mind. “I’m going to walk around first,” she added. “Could I grab a notepad?”
“Of course.” Boyd picked one up from the counter and handed it to her. He wore a blue checked flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled to his forearms and a pair of faded jeans. His dark hair had been brushed back from his face, and the late sunlight catching the windows gave him a relaxed, easy look. “Hey,” he said casually. “I heard there might be extras in the film.”
Bianca took a pen from her purse and clicked it open.
“If I give you a discount on flowers,” Boyd added, “do you think you could get me into the movie?”
She laughed. “I can definitely sign you up as an extra, but I can’t promise anyone makes the final cut.” She scribbled a quick note at the top of the page. “The director and editors decide what stays, but I can put you into a few scenes.”
“Perfect,” he said. “Ten percent off.”
Bianca bounced once on her toes.
The front door opened again.
Maggie Willoughby stepped inside holding a small notebook. Her blond hair had been pulled into a loose braid, and dust clung to the hem of her jeans. “Hey, Boyd, I decided on those two lilac bushes over by the right side of the lot.” She stopped when she noticed Bianca. “Oh. Hi, Bianca.”
“Hi,” Bianca said brightly. “This is perfect timing. I was just about to pick the ornamental shrubs and flowers for the scenes around your house.” She lifted the notepad. “You can help me decide.” This couldn’t have worked out better.
“And I have a contract for you to sign,” Clancy added cheerfully.