Ada dragged herself out of bed at six the next morning.
“Can’t sleep?” Matt asked on her return.
“No,” she said shortly, leaving her answer brief. What she needed was a cup of tea. She filled the kettle and prepared her teapot.
“You’re not working? It’s too early to pick since it’s not light yet.”
“I’ll empty the drier and store the petals. I need to wash out the buckets and dry them ready for today. Once that’s done, I’ll have some toast and start picking. I have to courier my package in town, but other than that, I’ll do as much picking as I can today. If we can do the first pick on the remaining rows, then I should cope with the late-blooming flowers.”
“Sweetheart, you have to rest. You’re exhausted.” Matt strode to her and ran his thumb over the skin beneath her eyes.
She gasped
