“Sorry,” I breathed, putting my pen down. “I didn’t think anyone was here. You must be the gardener,” I said, standing to feet and reaching my hand out for him to shake.
He took my hand and brought it to his mouth, causing my face to redden instantly.
“I’m Jack,” he said, giving me a kind, and yet lopsided smile.
“Tessa.”
“Are you a friend of Mr. Evergreen’s?” Jack asked, narrowing his brown eyes at me; he also seemed a bit confused.
“I’m his student,” I admitted. I wasn’t sure how much I should reveal to the gardener. “He’s letting me stay here temporarily for a little while.”
“His student; like his current student?” Jack asked.
I thought that was a strange question, but I answered him anyway.
“Yes,” I said, narrowing my eyes at him.
He looked like he was in deep thought for
