![]() ![]() Harriet was loath to return to the land of accounting spreadsheets but her money wouldn’t manage itself and it was nice to dust off the business degree every now and then. Which wasn’t at all fair to think about the kid she’d taken in at fifteen and who had only ever been a damn delight.īut she still called him brat to make him laugh, even though he was twenty and in school and working in her shop. Her nephew’s adorable smirk was firmly plastered on his cherubic face and she sighed inwardly. She jabbed a finger at him, unable to stop the smile on her face. Curious what a little bergamot might do with the lavender.įill that jar while you’re out there and I will pointedly ignore your kitchen witchery. Nu gave an easy shrug, the movement causing his already off-shoulder sweater to droop more. She squinted over the top of her glasses at him. There should be more growing in the hothouse. An empty jar was in his hand, one of his many rings tapping against the glass. Harriet poked her head out of the office in the back of the store, peering at Nu’s frame silhouetted in the hall. ![]()
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