Sighing in exasperation, Amelia lets go of her shovel, and with a dull thud, it drops onto the dug up mound of earth. She whips her head around and glares daggers at the large man who had just stepped on her comfrey seedlings…again!!
He widens his eyes into one expressing ‘innocence’ and utters a, “Sorry, I truly didn’t mean to. It won’t happen again I promise!”
Yeah right!
That should make it the eight time in the last hour alone. The big oaf would “accidentally” step on a herb and then profusely apologize with apparent sincerity just to do it again minutes later. Of course, he was quite considerate that he never stepped on the same seedlings twice.
“Let me guess, you didn’t see it again? Just like with my nettles?” she asks sarcastically.
He gasps and widens his golden eyes in ‘sho
