“I’ll bet Delaney would appreciate your input in the garden—”
“Do you really think so?” She rebuked him with her eyes.
His fingers closed in fists. He looked down, saw the fists and deliberately straightened his fingers. He rifled a few papers. Picked up a pencil and made a mark on a page that didn’t need a mark.
“Besides. Gracie’s fulfilling that function. I haven’t seen her so animated since—” She stopped.
And he had to look up. Just in time to catch the full force of her smile. The lashes lifted just enough to give her eyes a sultry depth full of invitation that had the edges of his mouth curling before he was hardly aware of it. The ground beneath him shifted off center. The room grew unaccountably warm around him as she held his gaze.
“Actually,” she said, her voice dropping to a
