All They Need(92)

As far as Mel was concerned, the discussion was far from over. When things got more intense with Adam, she wanted Pat to be supported, and she wanted to do her bit, too. She’d grown to admire and love Flynn’s parents enormously in the past twelve months, and she was not prepared to give up this battle. Not yet, anyway. There was plenty of room at Summerlea for all of them.

She cocked her head, sure she heard the sound of a car engine. A smile curved her lips and instead of turning into the dining room, she continued straight to the door and pulled it open. The old excitement threaded through her veins as she stepped out onto the porch and looked toward the drive.

Her smile faded. There was no car. Damn. Flynn hadn’t managed to sneak away from the office early, after all. Just to make sure, she circled the house to check that he hadn’t already driven around to the newly restored garage.

No sign of Gertie there, either. She wrinkled her nose. Well, it had been a long shot that he’d be able to get away early. Flynn had hired a new general manager to share some of the workload, but he was still working punishing hours while the other man got up to speed. Once Steven hit his stride, however, they were both hopeful that Flynn could scale back on his hours, maybe even work from home some of the time.

Then they could start to really realize their plans for the garden. Flynn had come up with an ambitious and inventive update on Edna Walling’s original design, and bit by bit, patch by patch, they’d been working together to bring his vision to reality. They were months—years, really—from achieving their ambition to open the gardens to the public again. But they would get there. She had no doubt of that, because her lover—the love of her life—was the most tenacious, patient, creative, loyal, hardworking man she’d ever met. Where he had a will, there would be a way.

Hands tucked into the back pockets of her jeans, she walked slowly around to the front again and gazed out over the garden. Already, they’d achieved so much. The lawns were once again brilliant emerald swathes of well-tended turf. The garden beds had been weeded and reshaped and replanted, the roses pruned, arbors rebuilt. Last month they’d taken delivery of three new garden benches made from local tea tree and they dotted the landscape, providing strategic vantage points for visitors to sit and contemplate the view.

She took a deep breath, her heart swelling with love and pride and happiness. Once, she’d doubted that she could ever sustain this level of happiness and contentment. She’d been scared of it, hadn’t trusted it. Flynn had taught her to hold fast and grin and bear it. He’d taught her that anything was possible.

A distinctive engine noise drifted on the breeze and she turned toward the main gate as the Aston Martin drove into sight. Her heart did a little skip-jump in her chest, as it always did when her man came home. He saw her and braked to a halt beside the house rather than drive around to the garage.

“You made it,” she said, walking to join him as he got out of the car.

“I did. I had the world’s best incentive—an extra two hours with you.”

She smiled and reached out to loosen his tie for him. “How was your day?”



“Busy. What about yours?”

“The tiler is almost finished. We should have the house to ourselves by Friday.”

He smiled. “Promises, promises.”

She matched his smile and kissed him. As always, desire stirred as he pulled her into his arms, but it was tempered with knowledge and love and certainty that hadn’t been there a year ago.

She knew this man, and he knew her. She believed in him. She believed in them. She touched his face as they broke their kiss.

“You make me so happy,” she said quietly.

It felt like a small miracle that she could say those words so easily, so truthfully.

His eyes were a warm, deep blue. “I love you.”

“I know. I love you, too.”

More and more every day.

He slid his arms around her shoulder. “Let’s go admire our garden,” he said.

“Okay.”

“And if you’re very good, I’ll let you take my clothes off and have your way with me beneath the trees in the orchard grove.”

“That’s very generous of you,” she said, not even trying to hide her grin.

“I’m a generous man. Ask anyone.”

She wrapped her arm around his waist and they fell into step with one another.

“I don’t need to.”