Well…he wanted an excellent reason for resisting the man’s advances and he couldn’t ask for better. So why the disappointment?
Self-doubt reared but the way Ethan glared allowed little time for self-examination. Should he ask whatwas wrong?
“Why—” The question broke off as fast as it had begun, Rich distracted by the sight of a younger man walking along an adjacent footpath, carrying several gardening implements. The stranger didn’t take his gaze from the trail and didn’t as much as glance in their direction, but Rich experienced a strangesense of the world around him both narrowing and elongating. What if the young man overheard? Had he said anything to hint at what happened between them the other day?
Cabbages. The name of a shrub. Garden plans. Nothing about sex or emotions. He was safe. “Who’s that?” He nodded to the newcomer.
“Dan, the part-time gardener.”
“Part…?”
Something resembling impatience made Ethan snap. “There’s a lot of work, so what’s so surprising?”