Chapter 45

“She’s a nice woman,” Gregg commented.

“She is. Now if I could only get her to take care of my garden, as well as hers…”

“You don’t have one,” Gregg pointed out. “Turned earth does not equate to a garden. You need to plant something.”

“On my to-do list, as well as going down to the precinct to sign my statement.”

“Speaking of which, I’d better check an item off mine by finishing my column, now that there’s a real conclusion to the story, and get it sent in. What time do you want to eat dinner?”

“Around six?”

“That works.” Gregg took the plates to the sink. “You get to wash them,” he said with a grin. “I’ll see you at six.”

Spence gave him a thumbs-up, smiling when Gregg did the same on his way out the back door.

Yeah. I think I could easily commit to him. That is if it’s what he wants. I suppose time will tell.

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“Don’t you look spiffy,” Gregg said when he opened the front door of his house.