Chapter 2“Have you decided?”
Cam jumped at the voice coming from behind. He looked over his shoulder and took in the black, paint-stained work pants hanging low on Grayson’s hips and a tight-fitting white T-shirt. He had white paint on his arm and some splatter on the back of his hand.
“Decided what?” Cam straighten his back, prepared to be growled at again.
“Which beds you want.”
He rolled his eyes. “Do we need to divide them? Can’t you be civilized about this?”
“I could if you weren’t destroying everything. I want to grow food, real food, but you keep pulling up my plants.” And the growling was on.
Cam gritted his teeth. He could see the allure of growing some vegetables, he could, but Grayson was talking vegetables everywhere. Cam wanted to be able to walk out into the garden afte
