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softly to herself as she saw the crestfallen look on her male intern’s face. He really did have it bad for the girl, didn’t he?
    For her part, Natalie was too busy rushing over to Morgan to pay any attention to Tad. The teenager was dressed in jeans and boots that looked like they were designed for slogging through the mud, yet she’d still brought her folder with her. From the speed with which she covered the ground to Morgan, she was obviously eager to begin.
    “What are we doing first?” Natalie asked. But before Morgan could answer, she said, “I have some ideas, if you want to see them.”
    “I would love to see them.” Morgan definitely didn’t want to discourage that kind of enthusiasm.
    Natalie handed over a half-dozen sheets of paper, each with a possible design for the plot sketched out in multicolored pens. Everything was carefully labeled and measured. Clearly, Natalie had come up here more than once on her own time.
    “These are really impressive,” Morgan said. She wasn’t just being polite, either. The sketches were impressive. Natalie already understood which berry varieties could be mixed in with herbs and the spots where particular varieties had to be given their own room. There were also paths built into the design to allow for people to easily work on the plants and beds. “You’ve obviously put in a lot of work on these.”
    “Mr. Russell helped me with them,” Natalie admitted. “He knew all about the way the garden used to be laid out and what grew really well.”
    Of course he would have. Brian had been here so many times with Morgan when they were kids that he knew this acre of land almost as well as she did.
    “It still sounds like you put in a lot of work, Natalie. Thank you. I'm really, really impressed.”
    Just then, Brian walked over, carrying a beautiful bouquet of flowers. One that was almost identical to the displays that had decorated their prom, wild flowers from this garden and a couple of other nearby fields that combined into a riot of color.
    “Good morning.”
    He put the bouquet in her hands, and she was breathing in the sweet and spicy scents even as she said, “Thank you, Brian. You…you shouldn’t have.”
    He stared at her for a long moment, his dark eyes intense and full of longing that he obviously wasn't going to try to hide from her. “I wanted to. I hope you like them.”
    “I do.” How could she not? “I love the flowers, thank you.”
    Which was why she needed to take several steps back and turn away from him to put the flowers in a safe place, to give herself a little time to recover. Even as she did so, however, something told her she could take all the time in the world and she still wouldn't be able to shake the sweet, warm feeling that being with Brian gave her.
    Realizing Tad and Natalie were waiting for her to direct them, she moved back toward the group and held up Natalie's plans in her hand, comparing them to the weed-choked garden plot. The difference between the end goal and their starting point was almost too much to comprehend, but they could do it if they tried. Morgan was sure of it.
    “Let's go with this plan,” she said, pointing to the top design. “It’s going to take a lot of work, but it’s the best design for the space.”
    “There’s nothing wrong with putting in some hard work to get what you want,” Brian said. He handed out thick gloves and shears to the two kids. “We’ve got a lot of brambles to clear.”
    “We could start over that way,” Tad suggested, pointing to the upper left corner of the plot. “If we get a lot of the larger stuff out, then it will be easier to get in to work on the rest.”
    As Brian encouraged the teenagers to work out their action plan for the morning, Morgan could see what a great teacher he was, very patient and encouraging. Here was yet another reason it was going to be so hard not to fall for him again, especially while working this close to one another day in and day out for