Backing up, she narrowly avoided sticking herself in the arse with a bunch of rose thorns. Side by side, they strode up the stone path in relative quiet. Silas pointed out the brick patio she’d completely missed on her hurried venture to the garden, and the outdoor dining area complete with a stoneware oven. “In summer we have pizza and movie nights out here,” he said, opening the patio door for her. Ivy thought he was joking at first, but his expression held nothing but honesty. “That… sounds like great craic,” she said.
