Beckett set down the flowers. “I’ll grab the extra pots and soil, so you have somewhere to put those.” I looked around me. “We’re running out of space on the steps.” “We could line the porch, too.” “Are you sure you want all of this here?” He paused, turning back around. “You like it, right?” I nodded slowly. “Then I want it.” He grinned. “I told my builder to make sure the front porch was huge. There’s plenty of space for a garden, too.”
