He didn’t know why he hadn’t taken his normal route through the house and out the kitchen. It felt odd following the flagstone path. Generally he forgot the flower beds and whimsical-shaped shrubs were there.Anne had designed the garden and wanted the impractical French doors so they’d match the other three in the den, living room and master bedroom. If she’d been disappointed that he tended to keep the drapes closed, she hadn’t mentioned it and he hadn’t noticed. But apparently, a lot of things in their marriage had gone unnoticed.If he’d had his way, his office would’ve had a view of the stables and the grassy field that turned to pasture before climbing the foothills. It was all there, beyond the privacy hedge that prevented him from seeing anything but blue sky and the Rockies in the distance. But Anne had asked for so little.Every now and again he considered cutting down the hedges, but hadn’t followed through. He’d just left them, the way he had the roses. The gesture was a tribute to her, he supposed, though it was Kitty who took care of the flowers, along with the house.
