Chapter 7
After an hour of ripping out weeds, Brooke stepped out of the flower bed, swiped her forearm across the sweat on her forehead, and surveyed the work she’d accomplished. It was far from done, but it already looked a hell of a lot better. Now a person could actually see the house beyond the dead and overgrown shrubbery.
Once the flowers were in place, the house would look amazing. With the proper pictures and an enticing description of the property, Tyler would be booking up in no time. Pride swelled inside Brooke, and it was silly, but the fact that she got to be a part of this, even if it was a tiny part, made her feel good.
She was about to grab some flowers and begin planting when Tyler’s truck whipped into the driveway and came to a screeching halt.
He jumped down, pushing
