Leaning forward, she massaged her right leg. “I planned to schedule a knee replacement surgery after ice-up…so I could enjoy my summer without being laid up. I was quite excited that the ground was ready to plant.” She gave them a rueful smile.

“We always waited to plant until Memorial Day.” Gabe leaned against a porch railing. “But you’re right; it’s been a warm spring.”

Audrey shook her head. Was there anything the man didn’t know?

The movement caught Lillian’s eye. “This chair is empty, dear. Please do sit.”

After Audrey settled into the adjacent chair, she noticed most of the wrought-iron tables and chairs held trays of seedlings.

Although Lillian’s back was straight and her voice was level, sadness showed in her eyes as she looked at the tiny plants. “It appears I won’t be putting in a garden this year.”

Audrey couldn’t stand it. “Um. I don’t have any experience, but if you want to direct me, I could help you out.”

Gabe smiled at her, then folded his arms over his broad chest. “Planting is fine, Goldie, but no digging. Not with those ribs.”

She opened her mouth to argue, caught his unyielding expression, and turned to Lillian. “I’d like to help you plant.”

The woman’s blue eyes lit. “Accepted. I’ll find someone else to use a shovel.”

“I’ve got a few minutes now, long enough to turn over the soil enough that you can get those seedlings in,” Gabe said.

“That would be wonderful, Chief.” Lillian smiled. “A couple of locals, Knox and Chevy, do handyman work. They’ll be happy to do the rest.”

Gabe pointed at a small shed at the side of the backyard. “Tool shed?”

“That’s it.”

As Gabe headed to the shed, Audrey could relax without his overwhelming presence. Without his every movement reminding her of what they’d done together.

“You have no experience in horticulture?” Lillian asked.

“When I was younger, I wanted a garden, but we lived in an apartment.” She frowned. “Actually, I’ve always lived in apartments. Now, I actually get to play in the dirt. I’m thrilled you’ll let me help.”

“We will both have fun.” Lillian lifted a perfectly groomed eyebrow. “I have an offer for you. When my husband was alive, we utilized all of the space. Now, without him, I only need half. If you would do the planting, weeding, and harvesting for the entire garden, you are welcome to use the left half as your own. I’ll provide seeds and plants, tools, and directions.”

Really? Happiness danced through Audrey’s bloodstream. Her own garden space along with an experienced teacher to help her with it? Her fingers twitched with the need to start. She should read a few books, see what—

“I’ve been presumptuous,” Lillian said. “I didn’t ask if you’d be here long enough to enjoy the harvest.”