CHAPTER ELEVEN
JONATHAN’S ARTIFICIAL waterfall stood at around four or five feet, mounted by thick, stone rocks and surrounded by small shrubs and unkempt trees for a natural appearance.
The steady, powerful stream cascaded into a manmade pond, flowers and plants growing around it.
Dee stuck her hand underneath the cool water and it soothed her from the afternoon heat. She dabbed some on her face and as she walked back, slipped on a rock.
“Shit.” She caught herself before falling in the pond, landing in an awkward squat.
“Are you okay?” Jonathan bolted from behind thick greenery and leapt onto the rocks, grabbing her hand. “Did you hurt yourself?”
“No.” She cursed herself, more embarrassed than anything else. “I’m fine.”
“You gotta be careful.” He helped her onto the grass. “The roc
