Chapter 6

“But you want to grow vegetables,” Holly said. “Doesn’t that require…I don’t know, dirt? Seeds? Someone to sort of watch over them and feed them?”

“They’re tomatoes, not babies! What do you think vegetables actually do?”

“Get eaten!”

“I take it back, you arehopeless—” John smothered a cough in the last sip of his tea. “Ryan, help. He doesn’t know what gardens are.”

“Don’t look at me.” Ryan plopped onto the bar stool next to his. “I have, like, the opposite of a green thumb. Black. Black and poisonous. I electrocute things.”

“I know what gardens are,” Holly protested. “The grounds around the Lyndsay estate have roses, I think, and footpaths, and one or two lily-ponds, and you can go and walk in them, I mean the footpaths not the ponds. At least I think you can, although I’ve not been there in ages and I said yes to opening up the house to tourists so who knows what’s going on—”

“That’s not a garden! That’s historical trivia!”