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She raised her brows in innocence, ignoring the statement. “What are you guys doing? I thought you’d be making a bunch of phone calls.”
“Your mom’s showing me the garden,” Wyatt said. “Wanna come?”
Carly scoffed. “No. Mom will just tell me to weed something.”
He chuckled. “It only adds to your life skills.”
“I won’t have any life skills if I don’t eat soon.” She looked at Anita. “Can I have that leftover pasta salad from last night?”
It took her a moment to catch up with the conversation. “Uh, yeah, sure.”
Carly grinned and headed back inside, carrying the cat.
“I can’t believe she only ate a brownie all day,” Anita said after she left. “Kids can’t focus in class living on sweets.”
“Agreed. Does she not pack a lunch?”
Anita had to sigh at that. “She used to, but then it wasn’t cool anymore this year. So we’ve been paying for school lunches—or brownies, I guess.”
Wyatt patted her shoulder. “I’m sure it will all balance out in a twenty-four-hour period.”
He was right, Anita knew, but she was thinking about his hand on her shoulder. He moved it and walked past the table to the first row of rosebushes. She’d cultivated various colors, and he bent to touch one of the lavender petals. “I don’t think I’ve seen roses this color before.”
“They’re hybrid,” Anita said, rotating her shoulder. It still felt the same. For the next fifteen minutes, she showed him the various garden quadrants and answered his many questions. He seemed very interested in her answers. She hadn’t really talked so in-depth about things like seasonal growing and fertilizer.
“Oh, hello-oo,” Phyllis said from her backyard, hovering quite near the fence.
When had she come outside? The woman moved like a cat.
Anita waved at her. “Hi, Phyllis.”
“Who’s this? Your brother?”
Phyllis very well knew that she didn’t have any siblings. “This is a friend of mine, Wyatt Davis. Wyatt, this is my neighbor Phyllis.”
“Nice to meet you, Phyllis.”
Her eyes narrowed a touch. “Nice to meet you too, Wyatt. Where are you from?”
“Here,” he said.
“Oh, that’s nice, and what do you do?”
“I’m an accountant.”
Phyllis’s eyes went wide. “How lovely. Do you do personal taxes?”
“Corporate.”
She frowned then. “Very interesting.” She paused as if she were about to ask something else, then changed her mind. “Well, nice to meet you, and have a lovely evening, you two.”
In seconds, Phyllis was back inside her house.
Wyatt looked over at Anita, his brows raised.
“She’s sweet, but quite nosy,” Anita said with a shrug. “I’ve no doubt she’s still watching us from one of her windows.”
He snapped his gaze back over to the neighbor’s house.
