Chapter 70
I thought of Mary-Anne. How would she feel about her house falling apart?
“It’s too bad about the yard,” I said, without looking at Seb or Roland. “You could have lovely clematis or irises growing all along there. Right by that fence. And over there, by the shed, a little patch of beach pea flowers would look fabulous. Wild flowers are easy to care for, but really lift the spirit with their delicate beauty.” I looked over at them and ran a hand through my hair. “Or you can let the weeds have it all.”
Sebastien’s eyes glimmered with affection. “I like wild flowers myself,” he said, only for me.
“I don’t mind the weeds.” Roland coughed and stabbed his steak with his fork. “What’s the news, Seb? Are you gonna tell me or what?”