I live just on the other side of this ridge, here.”

A thought suddenly dawned on Jo and she took a quick step backwards. “Are you Nathan?”

His eyebrows shot up. “You know about Nathan, huh?” She didn’t answer so he chuckled and shook his head. “No. I am not Nathan. You will definitely know him when you meet him.”

Jo looked him over. He was at least six feet tall, sturdy and broad-shouldered, with caramel eyes and dark skin. Had she run into him anywhere else he probably wouldn’t have made her so uneasy. “Have you been in my house? Moving my things?”

Raised eyebrows changed to wide-eyed innocence. “Not me. I never go past the garden, not even to walk up the steps. I come to make sure the garden is weed-free, and that...

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