“I bought it in large part, because of the garden.”
“Do you do any gardening?” She liked the look of him in his plain white tee and worn jeans.
“A little... I’m an amateur. I try to clean it up a bit. I have a professional to help me out.”
“I can’t even keep a plant alive,” she joked. It seemed she made more jokes than usual around him; probably to get a glimpse of his irresistible smile. And there it was.
“You should get yourself a cactus,” he suggested.
“I’d probably kill that too.”
He laughed as he got up and held out his hand for her. “Would you care to see the rest of the garden, my Lady?”
“Why, thank you Sir, with pleasure.” She loved being as silly as he was and delighted in the feel of his hand around hers. He didn’t let go as he led her to the long arched path. The arch was bursting with blooms and they found themselves in complete isolation; sheltered from the rest of the world.
“What do you think of this?” he asked her, still holding on to her hand.
She could suddenly feel those recurring feelings of wanting within her.
“It’s great. It’s cozy....a little too cozy, maybe,” she told him, shooting him a playful look and working her hand out of his.
“Yes, we’d better get out of here,” he said.
He led her down the patch which led to a stunning gazebo enclosing a wrap around bench. Angela was mesmerized.
“Wow; this is a girl’s dream come true. When I was little, I always dreamed of having a gazebo like this, where I could play with my dolls.”
They sat at quite a distance from each other. This garden was way too romantic; she should have known this.Do the math Angela, she told herself;romantic garden in complete isolation plus gorgeous irresistible guy and you just might do something really stupid.
He tried not to stare at her; even in his baggy t-shirt, she was completely desirable.
“So where are you from, originally?” he asked her, thinking it would be best to put words between them; break the tension.
“Out West. And you?”
“Just south. Toronto.”
“Siblings?” he asked.
“A younger brother and a younger sister. How about you?”
“An older sister and an older brother.”
“Baby of the family?”
“Yep,” he confessed.
“That’s funny. You don’t strike me as a baby; more as the eldest sibling.”
“So you judge people on the order of their birth?” he teased.
“Well, a little I guess. It’s just that you’re so take-charge and successful, and you seem to like to take care of people.”
“I know you do… typical older child.” he told her, looking at her just a little longer than he should have.
“Favorite color?” she quickly asked.
“Blue. Like the sky. What about you?”
