Chapter 2I was watering the hostas I’d planted along the front of the house and pondering the fact that they’d grown so large I’d have to soon dig them up and divide them, when Dylan suddenly appeared at my elbow in that silent way he had. I didn’t jump, because I was used to it by now, but there had been a time he’d all but given me a heart attack with that maneuver. I much preferred it when he barged in, loud and happy, than the silent approach. But it seemed Dylan had only two modes, and I’d gotten used to both.
His brilliant smile that lit up his face certainly helped.
“What’cha got there?” I asked, gesturing with my chin to the plate he held in his hands.
“You like tomato and basil, right?”
I nodded. “I do.”
“Good.” That smile widened, and he looked positively gleeful. “I’ve been
