Rachel
“So, since we’re getting along better now, I’ve got to tell you: your gardener is crap,” Gabby stated.
“Gardener? I don’t have a gardener; I planted everything myself, but it keeps dying. I don’t know what’s going on.”
She scrunched her nose as she frowned.
“Did you recently fire him? I saw a guy out there the day I got back from vacation. He was in the bushes along the edge of the house. A painter, maybe?”
“The cottage was in perfect condition when we moved in. What did the guy look like?” Luca walked over and asked.
“Young and tall with brown hair, maybe? I was all the way down the path by our place, so I didn’t get a good look, and he was wearing a hat.”
“Can you show me where you saw him?”
“Sure. But is something going on? I feel like I’m mi
