Chapter Nine
Zelda walked along the garden path, making her way toward Jane Hugh’s cottage. She was purposeful in her intentions, knowing exactly what she wanted after having been at Roman Hill for the last dozen days. She hoped that she would have made as distinct an impression on Jane, as Jane had made on her. Not seeing the Dom anywhere around her gardens, Zelda knocked on the cottage door. She knocked again when no one answered.
“You looking for me?”
Zelda turned to see the object of her search standing behind her some five feet, looking lusciously handsome as usual. “In fact I was,” Zelda replied, flashing the woman a grin.
“And why’s that?” Jane asked. She wore a pair of jeans, her cowboy boots and a plain black shirt. Small silver hoops hung in her ears, one with a danglin
