Viscously, Jessie stabbed her trowel under a weed and yanked it out of the ground. A t least, she hoped it was a weed. She added a trip to the library to her list of things that needed doing. If she were going to keep Gram’s flowerbeds up to par, she should get a book on gardening. Sitting back on her heels, she wiped sweat from her forehead. Last night had been pure torture. She’d tossed and turned until daylight was seeping through her windows, Dom’s words running over and over through her mind like a tape on a loop. She still couldn’t believe she’d admitted to Dom that she was in love with Chase when she’d barely acknowledged it to herself. But one thing was clear. She was going to have to make a decision. It was either get over him completely, once and for all, or risk getting her heart broken again. “I am not a coward,” she repeated softly just as a shadow blocked the sun. “Hi. Who are you talking to?” “Myself.” She smiled up at A my. “Nasty habit. What are you up to today?”
