Monday
Aislen’s restless fidgeting increased the closer that they got to the river house, and Heath tried to push down the ache that gnawed in his sternum. “We are working on the garden,” he said, as he turned in the gate, seeking to relieve the growing tension with conversation. “There’s an argument whether to restore the formal gardens that were original to the house, or to do something more natural and lower maintenance.”
“Oh.”
“We will probably have to hire a landscaper to decide the matter for us,” he pressed the button to activate the roller door of the garage to the side of the house.
“This is new,” she said, as he pulled up in his space.
“Needed somewhere to park the cars.”
“And the tractor,” she nodded towards it. “I’m guessing that’s Cameron’s as it isn’t precisely your o
