Jerking her head up, Ivy peeked over the roses. “Eavesdropping are you?” Lips curving in a warm grin, Silas tucked his hands into his pockets as he strode closer. “To be fair, you were talking to plants,” he said. “I didn’t know such conversations were private.” “All communication with plants is private. Why else would I talk to something that can’t talk back?” She smirked, brushing the dirt from her palms. Rounding the flowering shrubs, he looked her over with heated amusement.
