Seeing it would be pointless trying to get any information out of Ryan, Mallory glanced at the curtain. “Have you named the seedling yet? And added it to the party.”
“I’ll wait until we’re ready to go,” Callum said.
“Need a hand?” Brodie asked.
“Not after last night’s suggestions. I’m not calling it latte, or cappuccino,” Callum said.
Grinning at Callum’s words, Mallory opened her notebook. “What should I write down today?”
Ryan slowed. He pulled into a rutted driveway and stopped in a gravelled carpark opposite an old, red brick apartment building. “That will have to wait. It’s time to get out. Bring everything with you.”
Mallory shoved her notebook and pen into her backpack, swinging it onto her shoulder as she clambered out. “Why are we here?” She examined the peeling paint on th
