She tapped her foot. "That's what I'm asking you."
"I never touched them. Hey, you don't even want us to pull up weeds."
"That's because you don't know the difference between a weed and a
daisy," she snapped. "Well, somebody's been in my flower beds."
"Wasn't me." He shrugged, then rolled his eyes in glee as she stormed
past him into the house.
Somebody, Seth thought, was in for it big time.
"Cameron!" She stomped upstairs and into the bathroom where he was
washing up from work. He glanced over, lifting a brow as water dripped
from his face into the sink. She scowled for a moment, then shook her
head. "Never mind," she muttered, slamming the door.
Cam would no more fiddle with her gardens than Seth, she decided. And if
he was picking flowers for anyone, it damn well better be his loving
wife, or she'd just murder him and be done with it.
Her eyes narrowed on the door to Ethan's room. And she made a low,
threatening sound in her throat.
She did stop to knock, though it was only three staccato raps before she
simply pushed open the door.
"Christ, Anna." Mortified, Ethan snatched up the slacks that lay on his
bed and held them in front of him. He was wearing nothing but his briefs
and a pained expression.
"Just save the modesty, I'm not interested. Have you been into my
flowers?"
"Into your flowers?" Oh, he'd known this was coming. The woman had eyes
like a cat when it came to her posies. But he hadn't expected the moment
to come when he was half naked. Half, hell, he thought and clutched the
slacks more firmly.
"Somebody's snapped off more than a dozen blooms. Snapped them right
off." She advanced on him, her eyes scanning the room for evidence.
"Oh, wella"
"Problem?" Cam leaned on the doorjamb, tongue in his cheek. It was an
amusing sight after a hard day's work, he decided. His well-riled wife
stalking around his all-but-bare-assed brother.
"Somebody's been in my garden and they stole my flowers."
"No kidding? Want me to call the cops?"
"Oh, shut up." She whirled back to Ethan, who took a cautious and
cowardly step in retreat. She looked fit to murder. "Well?"
"Well, Ia" He'd intended to confess, throw himself on her mercy. But
the woman glaring at him out of dark, furious eyes looked several quarts
low on mercy. "Rabbits," he said slowly. "Probably."
"Rabbits?"
"Yeah." He shifted uncomfortably, wishing to Christ he'd at least gotten
his pants on before she burst in. "Rabbits can be a problem with
gardens. They just hop up and help themselves."
"Rabbits," she said again.
"Could be deer," he added, just a little desperately. "They'd graze over
and eat every damn thing down to stubs." Counting on pity, he shot a
look at Cam. "Right?"
Cam weighed the situation, knew Anna was city girl enough to buy it. Oh,
Ethan would owe him for this, he decided and smiled. "Oh, yeah, deer and