“If you decline this condition, you automatically forfeit the house.”
Perfect. Just perfect. My rental was draining me every single month. And I’d lost all my orders along with my roses. Obviously, Mr. Sloan had made sure of that before he passed away.
But his yard was filled with his own rose bushes, the identical ones that, if played correctly, may rescue my wrecked wedding contracts. That garden was a dream, whether I liked it or not. A chance to finally work peacefully.
Rose smiled lightly at me. “We’ll be good company for each other, won’t we, dear?”
I nodded. After all, I was the type of person who helped others.
What harm could a nice old lady possibly cause?
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