, staring at the jungle that used to be a lawn. The weeds were u
of clippers at the hardware store. She was determin
ze of a welcome mat. Her back was screaming. Her hands w
tered, wiping sweat from her
pickup truck rolled down the dirt road
men go
like they had been carved out of the mountain
vous grin, spotted her first. He whistled low. "Hey,
bowed the younger one hard. "Shut up, Col
s dark, his jaw was sharp, and his eyes were a pale, piercing bl
n her face and the sweat soaking her shirt. She strai
ge. Jarrett noticed there was activity over here for the first time in
didn't want to owe anyone. But she looked back at t
ad bought in the city, wrapped in gold paper. Artisanal chocolates. She
take charity," she said, holding
at the dark chocolate stuff? F
yard, this is you
miled.
rd and pulled out a heavy-duty weed whacker and a machete. He started the engine, the
htered them. His movements were p
ppers. They worked fast, like a well-oiled m
are. You could see the dirt a
ade. "Thank you," she said, handing
ooked at Adeline, then at his older brother, and waggled his
n Adeline. "Your gutters are clogged," he said. His voice was deep, a low rumble that
ep up her neck. "Oh. I'l
said, stepping in. "This is Co
she said. "Adel
"So, Adeline, you living out here a
the back of the head.
slap. She touched her left hand, feeling the tan lin
is blue eyes lingered on her face for a second
!" Colby called out as th
dust settling behind the tires. She
yard, then at the empty sp
e only thing she was goin
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