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dark. The sun was an easy one to gauge since it moved rather predictably, but moonlight was a little tougher. It was so soft and easily extinguished behind clouds. Both were a perfect metaphor for the relationship that was going to grow up in this house. By day, we were strong and undeniable, but by night, sometimes the insecurities crept in and covered the light of our love.
Maybe that was why I’d said no, because he’d asked me in the dark. I laughed at myself, thinking I was being a bit melodramatic. How simple to just change the time of day to make everything seem so right.
I stepped off the porch and took the path to the right, knowing it curled almost all the way to the back property line before meeting up with the flagstone sitting area beside the pond in that farthest corner. The new grass was cool against my bare feet and the water gurgled and rushed over the rocks as I got closer to the pond. I tried out the new iron bench and it fit my butt perfectly, curving around me and up my back. This would be an awesome place to sit and read or just curl up together. I could see myself doing a lot of homework back here. The house stood proud on the other side of the yard, lights aglow and welcoming.
I sighed and leaned back into the bench. This really was my home. I’d built it perfectly for myself and as the ultimate gift to Jesse. The evidence was startlingly clear and spread over the entire property. This was where two people in love lived, and I liked it. I’d done our relationship proud and anyone who stepped on the property would be able to see it if they took a second to look.
Even without the thousands I’d spent on the yard, I would have been able to do the same thing with just a bag of seed and a couple flats of pansies, but this sure had made it easier and way more fun. There was nothing quite as awesome as an endless budget and I wondered what it would be like to do this for a living. I doubted that I’d be able to pour my soul into each yard, but maybe if I had the luxury of hand-picking my clients—Jesse’s income sure made it seem possible—then I could find couples who wanted a yard like this, one that announced to the world how much they wanted each other, how badly they wanted to carve out an oasis away from all the crap that sought to drown out relationships, taint our feelings, and turn us against one another.
That could be kind of fun. Maybe after the tour I’d have to talk to Jesse about that. Based on the current plan for finishing school, I’d have my landscape architect stamp in six months, which would be a perfect time to start gathering clients and drawing up plans. I’d seriously need to get some better workers though. These guys would be lucky if they made it through this job, let alone another one where they actually had to be on time and stuff.
I stood and bent over to check the fis h. They were swimming lazily in the strip of moonlight, bubbling and gurgling through the water. Yes, this was definitely going to be my favorite place.
On the far edge of the property, a car engine revved and I wondered who was speeding up the main road. I always got a chill when I thought about someone else getting hit by our driveway, but every time I’d gone in and out I still didn’t understand how we’d not seen the truck that night. It wasn’t a blind corner. Jesse must have just been distracted. In some ways that was good, because I didn’t want to be pulling dead bodies out of my driveway every weekend.
Lights flashed across the yard and I frowned. Jesse shouldn’t be here yet, unless he did some serious speeding, but I couldn’t think of who else would be coming up my drive this late at night. My heart surged at the thought of Jesse being here so soon instead of having to be tortured while I watched the clock tick away the remaining minutes. Still, on the wave of thinking about our wreck, I was going to have to give him shit about speeding. I blew kisses to the fish and started
Maybe that was why I’d said no, because he’d asked me in the dark. I laughed at myself, thinking I was being a bit melodramatic. How simple to just change the time of day to make everything seem so right.
I stepped off the porch and took the path to the right, knowing it curled almost all the way to the back property line before meeting up with the flagstone sitting area beside the pond in that farthest corner. The new grass was cool against my bare feet and the water gurgled and rushed over the rocks as I got closer to the pond. I tried out the new iron bench and it fit my butt perfectly, curving around me and up my back. This would be an awesome place to sit and read or just curl up together. I could see myself doing a lot of homework back here. The house stood proud on the other side of the yard, lights aglow and welcoming.
I sighed and leaned back into the bench. This really was my home. I’d built it perfectly for myself and as the ultimate gift to Jesse. The evidence was startlingly clear and spread over the entire property. This was where two people in love lived, and I liked it. I’d done our relationship proud and anyone who stepped on the property would be able to see it if they took a second to look.
Even without the thousands I’d spent on the yard, I would have been able to do the same thing with just a bag of seed and a couple flats of pansies, but this sure had made it easier and way more fun. There was nothing quite as awesome as an endless budget and I wondered what it would be like to do this for a living. I doubted that I’d be able to pour my soul into each yard, but maybe if I had the luxury of hand-picking my clients—Jesse’s income sure made it seem possible—then I could find couples who wanted a yard like this, one that announced to the world how much they wanted each other, how badly they wanted to carve out an oasis away from all the crap that sought to drown out relationships, taint our feelings, and turn us against one another.
That could be kind of fun. Maybe after the tour I’d have to talk to Jesse about that. Based on the current plan for finishing school, I’d have my landscape architect stamp in six months, which would be a perfect time to start gathering clients and drawing up plans. I’d seriously need to get some better workers though. These guys would be lucky if they made it through this job, let alone another one where they actually had to be on time and stuff.
I stood and bent over to check the fis h. They were swimming lazily in the strip of moonlight, bubbling and gurgling through the water. Yes, this was definitely going to be my favorite place.
On the far edge of the property, a car engine revved and I wondered who was speeding up the main road. I always got a chill when I thought about someone else getting hit by our driveway, but every time I’d gone in and out I still didn’t understand how we’d not seen the truck that night. It wasn’t a blind corner. Jesse must have just been distracted. In some ways that was good, because I didn’t want to be pulling dead bodies out of my driveway every weekend.
Lights flashed across the yard and I frowned. Jesse shouldn’t be here yet, unless he did some serious speeding, but I couldn’t think of who else would be coming up my drive this late at night. My heart surged at the thought of Jesse being here so soon instead of having to be tortured while I watched the clock tick away the remaining minutes. Still, on the wave of thinking about our wreck, I was going to have to give him shit about speeding. I blew kisses to the fish and started
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