“Now,thatis criminal.”
She laughed again, her sore cheeks now matching the rest of her body.
She glanced at the pot resting comfortably above their heads. “Whatever shall we do with this? If we bring it back now, Mr. Stonebrook will genuinely believe he’s lost his faculties.”
“It doesn’t matter what we do with it. Its purpose has already been served,” Percy said flippantly. “No topiary has ever been so well desired.”
At the worddesired, Danny felt a resurgence of those troubling feelings from earlier. Lingering excitement from the theft? A delayed case of hay fever? Partial possession of a long-dead spirit reliving the thrill of a merry jaunt through the woods?
What on Earth was the matter with her?
Oblivious to her internal turmoil, Percy rolled onto his side and offered her a wide smile. “Congratulations, partner.” He extended a hand across his body. “To your first successful con.”
Danny slid her hand into his and prayed those new emotions swirling inside weren’t the beginning of a long con she played on herself: Desiring more than the agreed-upon friendship that was quickly becoming the most rewarding relationship in her life.
