Chapter 3
The Shed in my Garden
“In spring, abundance may be what you notice first: vines clambering up porch posts, roses twining across arbors, flowers overflowing their beds.”
I nodded as I walked beside Salvatore, in awe of his vast knowledge, thrilled that he was sharing it with me.
A few days ago, after receiving my husband’s agreement that he didn’t care what I did as long as I wasn’t bothering his routine or making attempts at seducing him—which I wouldn’t, of course—I went back to working in the garden with him.
I had an idea on my mind…kind of a plan…one that would satisfy both my mother-in-law and myself: I would pretend to be the lady she wished, staying out of the dirt and overseeing the project if it meant that I could stay near the gardener I craved, all the while satis
