But maybe enough time had passed now. And she sure as hell wasn't alone in the house these days. Two women, two kids made for a lot of company. Between them and the business, she was busier than ever.
Maybe he should think about getting a place of his own.
Trouble was, he couldn't think of a good reason. He loved this place, in a way he'd never loved a woman. With a kind of focused passion, respect, and gratitude.
The gardens were home, maybe even more than the house, more than his cottage. Most days he could walk out his front door, take a good, healthy hike, and be at work.
God knew he didn't want to move to the city. All that noise, all those people. Memphis was great for a night out - a club, a date, meeting up with friends. But he'd suffocate there inside a month.
He sure as hell didn't want suburbia. What he wanted was right where he was. A nice little house, extensive gardens, a greenhouse and a short hop to work.
He sat back on his heels, adjusted the ball cap he wore to keep the hair out of his eyes. Spring was coming. There was nothing like spring at home. The way it smelled, the way it looked, even the way it sounded.
The light was soft now with approaching evening. When the sun went down, the air would chill, but it wouldn't have that bite of winter.
When he was done planting here, he'd go in and get himself a beer. And he'd sit out in the dark and the cool, and enjoy the solitude.
He took a bold yellow pansy out of the cell pack and began to plant.
He didn't hear her walk up. Such was his focus that he didn't notice her shadow fall over him. So her friendly "Hey!" nearly had him jumping out of his skin.
"Sorry. " With a laugh, Hayley rubbed a hand over her belly. "Guess you were a million miles away. "
"Guess. " His fingers felt fat and clumsy all of a sudden, and his brain sluggish. She stood with the setting sun at her back, so when he squinted up at her, her head was haloed, her face shadowed.
"I was just walking around. Heard your music. " She nodded toward the open windows where REM spilled out. "I saw them in concert once. Excellent. Pansies? They're a hot item right now. "
"Well, they like the cool. "
"I know. How come you're putting them here? You've got this vine thing happening. "
"Clematis. Likes its roots shaded. So you . . . you know, put annuals over them. "
"Oh. " She squatted down for a closer look. "What color is the clematis?"
"It's purple. " He wasn't sure pregnant women should squat. Didn't it crowd things in there? "Ah, you want a chair or something?"
"No, I'm set. I like your house. "
"Yeah, me too. "
"It's sort of storybook here, with all the gardens. I mean, the big house is amazing. But it's a little intimidating. " She grimaced. "I don't mean to sound ungrateful. "
"No, I get you. " It helped to keep planting. She didn't smell pregnant. She smelled sexy. And that had to be wrong. "It's a great place, and you couldn't get my mother out of it with dynamite and wild mules. But it's a lot of house. "
"Took me a week to stop walking about on tiptoe and wanting to whisper. Can I plant one?"
"You don't have any gloves. I can get - "
"Hell, I don't mind a little dirt under my nails. A lady was in today? She said it's like good luck for a pregnant woman to plant gardens. Something about fertility, I guess. "
He didn't want to think about fertility. There was something terrifying about it. "Go ahead. "
"Thanks. I wanted to say . . . " And it was easier with her hands busy. "Well, just that I know how it might look, me coming out of nowhere, landing on your mama's doorstep. But I'm not going to take advantage of her. I don't want you to think I'd try to do that. "
"I've only known one person to manage it, and he didn't manage it for long. "
"The second husband. " She nodded as she patted the dirt around her plant. "I asked David about him so I wouldn't say something stupid. He said how he'd stuck his hand in the till, and cheated on her with another woman. " She chose another pansy. "And when Roz got wind of it, she booted him out so hard and fast he didn't land till he was halfway to Memphis. You gotta admire that, because you know even with a mad on, it had to hurt her feelings. Plus, it's just embarrassing when somebody - oops. "