“Yes. You know, milling and turning the soil, cutting down the perennials, planning what to plant in the garden patches. All the good stuff,” I explained.
“Oh, I don’t do that.”
“You don’t do that?”
“No.”
“Then what do you do with your garden?” I asked.
“Nothing really.” He must have seen the look on my face, because he continued. “When I built my house, I thought it was a good idea to have a garden. I imagined a mate, some pups, and then a garden was a nice touch. The pups could play out here, we could grow some vegetables. It felt right. It’s nice to be able to come out here in the summer, but I don’t have the time to tend to the garden and I barely eat at home, so the produce would go to waste,” he explained. Mates were a topic we usually stayed clear of. Not like it was a forbidden topic, but with my past and Finlay not having found his mate, it was a subject neither of us enjoyed.
“You shouldn’t let it go to waste. You have such an amazing garden,” I insisted.
“It was my aunt who designed it,” he told me. It didn’t surprise me.
“I’m guessing she isn’t happy with the state of it,” I told him with a knowing smile.
“No, I’m not,” Matilda said as she joined us. “I have told him he needs to take care of it. I didn’t plan it and oversee its creation to let it become overgrown,” she added.
“Come now. It’s not overgrown. I pay the Hudson kid each summer to mow the lawn and I usually cut down things that get too big,” Finlay defended himself. Matilda rolled her eyes.
“I’m going to come over next weekend and sort out your garden. I will give you suggestions on what seeds to get and I will grow them for you. We can give the crop to the pack kitchen,” I told him. Matilda smiled and nodded while her nephew just looked at me.
“Do you have time for that?” he asked. I shrugged.
“If you do it the right way, it doesn’t have to take up that much time. I don’t have a garden of my own and I kind of miss working in one,” I said honestly. Growing up, it had been part of my brother’s and mine tasks to help out in my mother’s beloved garden. We had both protested, but secretly we both enjoyed it.
“Are you sure?” Finlay asked.
“Just accept her offer and say thank you,” his aunt told him. “I would have done it myself if I was younger.”
“Thank you,” Finlay said to me. I laughed.
“It’s okay. I will enjoy it.”
“Isn’t it time you start looking at getting a house of your own?” he asked. I scrunch my nose. I had the means to build a house. My salary from the pack was good and I didn’t have things I spent my money on except for my share of the food budget in the pack house. But I had no desire to build my own house. I was happy in my apartment. I had been in the pack for almost a year and I had turned the room into my own.
“I think I will hold off on that,” I said.
“Oh, honestly. The two of you. Clueless,” Matilda told us. “I thought it would be nice with some spring air. But this is just frustrating,” she sighed and walked away to talk to Cadence.
“What is she talking about?” I asked.
“I have no clue. It’s probably something obvious to her but not to anyone else and she is annoyed that we haven’t figured it out yet. She’ll tell us when she is tired of us not seeing it,” he said. “Are you sure you are okay with looking after the garden? I know you have a lot on your plate.”
“I am. It will be relaxing, and I have missed gardening.”
“Then just give me a list of what I need to get and I will make sure you have it. I trust you know what is best. The only thing I will ask is that you grow sugar pees. I love picking and eating them,” he told me.
“I think we can make that happen. I’ll stop by on Saturday and when I’m done for the day, you will have your list.”Amie
Martin refused to ride in Beula to the wedding. He told me no self respecting wolf would ever be seen in a car like that, and we would most likely end up stranded by the side of the road if we did. I thought he was being judgmental. Beula had done me good. She had always been reliable. But since he refused, we were sitting in his car with him behind the wheel. It had been over two years since I left the little town to join the pack. I had kept in touch with CeCe but it still felt strange returning. The part of my life where I had lived as a human felt like a dream.
“Excited to go back and see your friends?” Martin asked.
“I am. It will be nice to see everyone, and I’m happy for CeCe and Jessie. This has been a long time coming,” I told him.
“So, how do you want to introduce me? As your boyfriend?” he asked with a grin. I laughed.
“Don’t be gross,” I said. He laughed as well.
“Come on, I thought it was a big deal to have a date for events like these when you are human,” he insisted.
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