Eugenia. She didn’t let me out of her sight, or this yard much, either, but I’ve always liked it.”
Phae gave him an indifferent nod then resumed her digging. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him leisurely cross his legs.
“No apology for the geek crack?” He sighed dramatically. “So you hold a grudge, too. Unfortunate. We’ll have to work on that if we don’t want to disappoint my aunt and her matchmaking efforts. First, you have to learn to forgive. It’s not easy, I know, but I can give you lessons. Second, you need to learn how to live up to your potential. I can help there, too. But you’re going to—”
“Hold it right there. Before you get carried away solving my problems, listen up. I’m here to plant this garden. I repeat … the garden. Miss Eugenia is not playing matchmaker for us.”
Phae had a wicked thought. “Actually, Mr. Kent Big Shot Holmes, Miss Eugenia informed me that I am far too independent for someone like you. She said you need a more motherly kind of woman who will take care of you because you’re so sickly. She was right. Look at you. Pale and puny. You need a nurse, not a girlfriend.” She smiled to herself as she stabbed the small spade into the ground.
“I see,” he said, his eyes twinkling more than ever. “That’s that, I guess. I don’t gainsay my aunt. You know, I’d rather grown to like you, in spite of your shortcomings. It’s a pity, but I guess it can’t be helped.” He stood. “I suppose I might as well help you with the garden.”
“Don’t over-stress yourself. I’d hate for you to have a setback. Miss Eugenia would skin me alive and she’d have to haul you back inside. Doubt I’d survive another scene like that.” She grinned at the memory.
Kent knelt beside her and began digging. “I’ll be fine. Keep a lookout for Aunt Eugenia. If she catches me doing this I’ll probably have to go to the hospital for another x-ray.”
“I take it that bump on your forehead has already been x-rayed once?”
“Yeah. She wanted an MRI, too, but the doctor managed to get her to see reason eventually. I love my aunt, but sometimes …”
“No need to explain. By the way, I’m sorry about what happened to you the other night. With Captain Nice Guy, I mean.”
Kent nodded. “Thanks. But it’s not your fault. And I’ll live.”
They worked together in silence for a few minutes. Phae surreptitiously watched Kent’s large, capable hands gently cover a plant’s roots. Why was it so sexy when a big strong man was tender with something small and delicate? Too bad he had to ruin it when he began talking again.
“So tell me about this Captain Nice Guy,” Kent said. “Something other than the obvious part about him being a lousy gardener.”
“I don’t know much about him. Nobody does.”
“How long has he been running around helping people?”
“Nobody knows.”
“What sort of things has he done?”
Phae picked at the roots of the daisy she held. “Lots of little things. Nothing important.”
“One of the deputies told me that the captain stopped a robbery at a convenience store last year.”
“I think he simply called the police. I’m not sure.”
“When did everyone start calling him Captain Nice Guy?”
Phae nearly groaned. She hated the name. “Local newspaper. Somebody used it in a letter to the editor I think. Don’t know.”
Kent had a bemused expression. “You’re awfully uncertain on this subject. I feel like we’re playing twenty questions. Are the goings-on of this guy a secret or something?”
“No, I don’t pay much attention to him, that’s all. I think it’s kind of silly, the way people gossip about him. I say leave him alone and let him do his thing.”
“I think it’s fascinating, myself. Although I’ve got to admit that since my run-in with him, I’ve worried about what might happen if he got too carried away. What happened to me was likely an accident, and he didn’t actually harm me, but
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