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Mya watched Jenna stalk toward the house. “That was weird.”
Greyson couldn’t help but smile at Mya, who was as flummoxed by Jenna as he was. Mya turned to him with a peculiar look.
“Greyson Miller,” Mya scolded, “what did you do?”
He put his palms up in defense. “Nothing.”
“Then why doesn’t she know that you’re Greyson.”
“When she arrived yesterday she assumed that I was the gardener.”
“And you didn’t set her straight?” she asked with the same scolding tone, which was completely at odds with her naturally sweet disposition.
“I was going to,” he said and then gave a small shrug. “And then I gave up. Let her believe what she wants. I only want to focus on the garden. So, when it comes right down to it, I am the gardener.”
“She seems quite determined to find you.”
“She’ll be in fo
