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prime flirting material to her younger self.
    â€œAll the tea tree benches are gone,” he said as he turned out of her street. “The roses are a thorny mess. And the herb garden is a flat-out disaster.”
    â€œI loved that herb garden,” Mel said, remembering its pleasing mix of orderly English box hedge, sandstone paving and flourishing herb varieties. Edna Walling was famous for designing garden “rooms,” and in Mel’s opinion the herbal one had been among the most beautiful of the “rooms” at Summerlea.
    â€œI’m telling you all this so you can be prepared,” he said. “The old girl ain’t what she used to be.”
    â€œI’ll brace myself.”
    A silver car was parked beside the open main gate when they arrived. A portly, middle-aged man emerged from the driver’s side and waved them onto the grounds. The gravel driveway was rutted and choked with weeds, and the car dipped from side to side as Flynn drove slowly past the house to where a dilapidated double garage stood.
    â€œOkay. Let’s go see what I’ve gotten myself into,” Flynn said.
    Mel unfolded herself from the low bucket seat and followed him as he walked down the driveway. The real estate agent was huffing and puffing his way toward them, his face already flushed with exertion. “Spencer.”
    â€œFlynn. Good to see you again.” The other man’s grin was broad as he greeted Flynn. As well it might be—Flynn had guaranteed this man a very healthy payday by buying a property that had to be well into the millions.
    â€œThis is Mel, a friend,” Flynn said easily.
    â€œAs you can see, Flynn dragged me away from the garden,” she said when the other man glanced at her muddy clothes.
    â€œMore power to you. Draw the line at wielding the lawn mower myself, and even then I usually pay one of the local kids to do it.” The agent switched his focus to Flynn. “I’m sorry to do this to you, but we’ve had a bit of an emergency come up and I need to cover another agent’s open home. If it suits you, I thought I could leave you with the keys so you could look around at your leisure, then drop the keys at the office either today or tomorrow.”
    â€œSure. No problem,” Flynn said.
    â€œTerrific, much appreciated. I hate having to bail on you like this but there’s no one else available to fill in.”
    Mel drifted away as Flynn and the agent talked business for a few minutes. She was studying the bare branches of what she suspected was a flame azalea when Flynn joined her.
    â€œThe keys to the castle,” he said, holding out his hand to reveal a chunky collection of keys, many of them old-fashioned skeleton keys.
    â€œI hope he told you which one opens the front door.”
    There were at least twenty keys on the ring. Flynn looked alarmed for a minute before singling out a key that had been marked with an asterisk.
    â€œWhat are the odds?”
    â€œAre you feeling lucky, punk?” she asked, doing her best Clint Eastwood impersonation. “Well, are you?”
    He grinned. “Let’s see.”
    There was a new energy in him as he led the way toward the house. She studied him surreptitiously. She’d always thought of him as the epitome of sophistication—unfailingly well dressed, never at a loss. Yet right now he looked like a little boy on a visit to Disneyland.
    He glanced her way and caught her looking. She racked her brain for something to say so he wouldn’t think she’d been ogling him.
    â€œI’ve never been inside Summerlea before, even though I think I’ve probably attended four or five open gardens over the years.”
    â€œYou weren’t missing much. I think Brian and Grace saved all their passion for the garden. Not that the place doesn’t have good bones. They’re just really well hidden.”
    They’d arrived at the foot of a set of six wide,