Chapter Twelve
I found that clipping my hedges at the back of the property is good therapy for many things. The work is basically mindless and I can spend an hour or two being a complete perfectionist, without expending a lot of thought energy. It puts my mind at rest for the most part.
That was what I was doing, trimming my hedge, when I saw Alia next. It hadn’t been my main purpose—or even a subliminal reason, I didn’t think—to be out there doing yard work in hopes of seeing her. I have the feeling she would have found me even if I’d been holed up in the house.
“Marc!” I heard her voice first and turned around.
She was wearing a pair of low-cut shorts and a small tank top that stretched tightly across her breasts and rode up in front to show-off her belly button. It must have been
