Chapter 2The young man stood there dripping and just looked at him. Lionel’s brain went back and reviewed the words that’d just come out of his mouth, and put them all in capital letters, and underlined them.
He’d been out getting some weather protections in place for the more delicate herbs, the younger and rarer specimens, in case the weather turned; he’d been right to plan for that. He’d got everything arranged just in time, and he had now planned to retreat back home, put the kettle on, perhaps do some baking, pick up a book, and enjoy his own company for the rest of the afternoon, such as it was.
Except he’d just run into a beautiful waterlogged young man, on his way down the hill. The young man was so clearly cold, dressed imprudently, soaked through. Out here on the grounds during
