CHAPTER 5
WHEN THEY GOT back to the house, the stereo was pumping out Mariah again. The girl looked at Rhys, confused.
“Someone else is here?”
“No, and this isn’t my music, I swear. It’s my uncle’s way of reminding me to water the plants.”
“Maybe I could help?”
“Don’t you need to rest?”
“I’m not tired, and I think… I think that I should just try to act normal?”
“Well, if you’re sure you don’t mind… There’s a tap by each door.”
The process went much faster with two pairs of hands. They split the six greenhouses between them, and Rhys explained which plants needed a lot of water and which hardly needed any. Honestly, these plants couldn’t have been more pampered if they spent the weekend at a health spa. Six more days to go…
With the watering finished, Rhys turned off the squeaky ta
