“A stake in the ground,” I quickly pointed out before she got too upset. We all knew how it was when she went on a tangent. “Not like a vampire.” I motioned staking a vampire.

“I know perfectly well what he meant, Gabriella,” she said, looking at Alexander. “My goats will not be staked.”

“Then you’ll have to work to ensure their field is fully secured,” Alex said without batting an eyelid. He was completely unfazed by her rising annoyance. “You have a legal obligation to keep your livestock in their designated area.”

“They’re pets, not livestock.”

“You can call them whatever you want, but the government defines goats as livestock. That’s why you need a smallholding license to have them. It stops every Tom, Dick, and Harry getting one in their back garden,” he replied calmly. “You have to understand that it’s a very real possibility that they will escape and injure somebody. If that happens, you are entirely liable for whatever claim they might make.”

She blinked, shocked.

I don’t think she’d thought of that.

I didn’t know that either, to be honest. I knew she legally had to keep them in, but I wasn’t exactly working for the government department that regulated such things.

“Oh,” Aunt Cat said after a moment. “I’ll get that fence sorted, don’t worry.”

“Caleb is coming to talk to you in the morning.”

She nodded and picked up the pot of tea. “If nobody is joining me, I shall take this in the library.”

“You go ahead,” I said gently.

I watched as she set it on a tray with a small jug of milk, a tiny bowl of sugar, and a teacup and saucer with a little silver spoon. She picked up the tray and trotted out, turning when she entered the hall.

When she’d disappeared, I looked at Alex and said, “You have got to teach me how to do that.”

CHAPTER FOUR

Blank pages were daunting.

My unworked garden plan was staring at me, and it was due in three days. I was having a complete brain fart, and this block on garden design was something I was extra interested in.

The problem was that I couldn’t envision what I wanted the garden to look like.

It was crazy when you considered the wealth of options outside of my window. The rose garden, the maze, the vegetable gardens, the country lanes, the box hedges, the cottage garden… I knew if I asked my aunt, she’d tell me to pick my favourite, and Alex would likely say the same, but there was an issue with that.

I didn’t want to copy something that already existed. I wanted to create my own.

I shut down the design program, moved my notebook to the side, and fired up my internet browser. The Lady Love website popped up, but I opened a new tab and went to Pinterest. It was a minefield of wonderful ideas, and I got stuck into the endless inspiration it would provide me.