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“Hi,” Jenna called as she crossed over rough ground, her stride quick and purposeful.
Greyson gave a tight nod and kept working.
“Are you sure you’re planting the hedge in the right spot?” she questioned.
His jaw clenched before he glanced up. “I believe so.”
“Maybe you should check with Mr. Miller,” she suggested. “Hedges normally frame the landscape.”
“Your job is inside. My job is outside,” he gritted. “Let me do mine.”
“It’s my job to oversee all aspects of the bed and breakfast, which includes the grounds as well.”
Greyson sat back and wiped the dirt from his hands. What the hell had he gotten himself into? Never again will he attempt a project that required hiring someone. Employees were a nuisance and, more often than not, a hazard to his health. Even now, his chest tighte
