Chapter Fourteen
"I love roses, don't you?" Paige snipped another bloom from one of the bushes at the back of the house, inhaling the delicate perfume then set it in the basket at her side.
"Sure do," Ian said as he stood on the back porch sipping a glass of lemonade. "That's why I planted them. Mom always had roses around while we were growing up. Was always working in her garden. As I got older, I associated the smell of roses with her. It brought back memories of happier times." His eyes were wistful and faraway as she looked up at him.
She laid a couple more of the vibrant flowers in the basket, intending to arrange them in a crystal vase to brighten their dinner table this evening. "I'm surprised they do so well in this sea air."
Ian pushed himself away from the doorjamb he had be
