Chapter Nine
This was the hardest thing he had done. Ever. He forced his feet to keep going, keep stepping forward, moving his body away from her with each extension of muscle. Of willpower. His mind spun, trying to find reason where there was none. Wondering why he felt this way, so powerfully. Why he cared if Kate Moore went on midnight walks and how devastatingly beautiful she was standing in the moonlight. And how much she’d obviously loved what he’d created.
He’d glimpsed the real Kate as she’d entered the garden, the free spirit within. And he liked it. Couldn’t take his eyes off her as she lightly bounded along pathways that were nothing more than a shallow pit in the dirt and an outline of string. In the warm night she wore a slip of a dress which showcased her lean, long limbs.
