Four years later
Marsha Molloy felt as if she were having an out-of-body experience.
She had prepared herself. But when she heard the emcee call her name, all the preparation in the world wouldn’t have mattered—she nearly fell out of her chair, anyway. After all, it didn’t get any bigger than Salesperson of the Year at the National Sales Meeting Awards ceremony.
Shocked and somewhat humbled, she rose from her seat, accepting a hug from her husband on her way to the stage. She knew the award belonged not simply to her but to her husband, her manager, and, perhaps most of all, to Gardener Rawlings. Marsha also knew that she’d been drifting along until she set foot in Gardener’s shop. Without that chance meeting, and the subsequent ...