Chapter 3
Lorna was as good as her word, heading out to work on the riotous roses as quickly as she could change clothes.
She reasoned they could at least get them tied back and propped up away from the ground and out of the damp. That way when someone who did know how to properly tend them arrived, it would be quick work. Neither Hugh nor Carolyn could argue with that logic. They both knew the elaborate supports of the roses back in Wales, built up over years of careful but not overly fussy tending.
By the time the light failed them, Hugh, Lorna, and Carolyn were covered in a variety of scratches and thoroughly rose-scented. And the bushes looked top-heavy but far more respectable.
Hugh didn’t feel any more of those warning twinges the whole time they worked outside. Clearly he’d been
