“That must be why Simon takes care of the outdoors and I manage in here,” he said. “The gardens wouldn’t be nearly as pretty.”
“No.” Though she relaxed in the face of his lighter mood, she wasn’t ready to retreat yet. “Did you tell Ms. Rieke I’m here?”
“I’m afraid Celeste needs to reschedule.”
Behind her she felt Simon stiffen. “I hope everything’s all right,” she said.
“Nothing to worry about,” Seth assured her. “She’s just not feeling completely herself at the moment.” He reached into his pocket and extracted a dove-gray linen envelope. “She asked that I give you this with her sincerest apologies.”
Though she was dying to know what it contained, any thought of opening it was burned away when their fingertips brushed as she took it. Suddenly, she was too hot, too cognizant of the very male, very imposing bodies flanking her. She could barely manage a smile without licking her lips, because that wouldn’t be too obvious at all, now would it?