Chapter 73

• He could feel a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. He nodded to the blooms resting beside her where she knelt on the path. “Picking flowers?”
• “I hope you don’t mind. I think the gardener was giving me the evil eye earlier.”
• “Why the hell should I mind? This is your house too, Anna. Besides, Someone should enjoy them.” He offered his hand and helped her to her feet. Her hand was small, warm and soft in his and he resisted the urge to keep holding it.