Lots of angles to her, he decided, and likely more than he'd already seen. Strangely enough, he was attracted to every one of them.
With his thumbs hooked in his front pockets, he moved into her line of vision. She glanced up from under the brim of the ballcap, then switched off the machine.
"You don't need to stop on my account," he told her. "It's the first time I've seen one of those things in action except inFargo . "
"This one isn't quite up to disposing of a body, but it does the job for garden chores. "
She knewFargo , he thought, ridiculously pleased. It was a sign they had some common ground. "Uh-huh. " He peered down where most of a branch had gone inside. "So you just shove stuff in there, and chop, chop, chop. "
"More or less. "
"Then what do you do with what's left?"
"Enough branches and leaves and such, you get yourself a nice bag of mulch. "
"Handy. Well, I didn't mean to interrupt, but David said you were out here. I thought I'd come by, get in a couple hours of research. "
"That's fine. I didn't figure you'd have much time to spare on it until after the holidays. "
"I've got time. I'm getting copies of official records, and I need to make some notes from your family Bible, that sort of thing. Get some order before I can dig down below the surface. "
He brushed a good-sized wood chip from her shoulder and wished she'd take off the sunglasses. Her eyes just killed him.
"And I'd like to set up times for those interviews, for after the holidays. "
"All right. "
He stood, his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket. He was stalling, he knew, but she smelled so damn good. Just a hint of secret female under the woody scent. "Funny, I didn't think much went on in a garden this time of year. "
"Something goes on every time of year. "
"And I'm holding you up. Listen, I wanted to see if you were all right. "
"I'm fine. Just fine. "
"It'd be stupid for me to pretend I didn't hear murmurs about what was behind that scene last night. Or what would have been a scene if you hadn't handled things so . . . adroitly. "
"Adroitly's how I prefer handling things, whenever possible. "
"And if you're going to get your back up when a conversation between us touches on the personal, it's going to be tough to research your family history. "
Because he was watching carefully, because he was learning to read her, he saw the annoyance flick over her face before she composed it. "Last night has nothing whatsoever to do with my family history. "
"I disagree. It involves you, and this . . . thing going on in your house involves you. "
She might kick him out as . . . adroitly as she had Bryce Clerk, but if so, it would be because he was honest and up-front.
"I'm going to pry, Roz. That's what you've hired me to do, and I won't always pry gently. If you want me to move forward with this, you'll have to get used to it. "
"I fail to see what my regrettable and thankfully brief second marriage could have to do with the Harper Bride. "
He didn't have to see her eyes clearly to know they'd chilled. He heard it in her voice. "Bride. Whether or not she was one, she's referred to as such through your family lore. When she . . . manifested herself," he decided, "last spring - in spades - you said she'd never bothered with you when you'd socialized with men, or when you'd married - as she had with Stella. "
"Stella has small children. My children are grown. "
"Doesn't make them less your children. "
Her shoulders relaxed, then she bent to scoop up some smaller twigs and toss them in the mouth of the chipper. "No, of course, it doesn't. "