Page 65 of His Old Lady

"No. He's fine as far as I know." He slipped his hand under her hair and rubbed her neck. He should've known she'd jump to worrying about her uncle. "Faye, your greenhouse caught on fire."

Her head went back, and she grabbed for him. "The nursery?"

"The fire department put it out. The house is undamaged. Elliot is there now, keeping an eye on things until we get there."

"Oh, my God." She pressed her hand to her chest. "All of Grandma June's...I'm going to be sick."

"Let me take you home."

"Wait." She held his arm. "Was there anything left?"

"I don't know. From what I gather, the greenhouse is a total loss, but they kept the flames away from the house." He wrapped his arm around her. "Do you have a jacket?"

She shook her head, biting her lip. Her mind was on the news, not on him getting her home. Opening up his duffle tied to the back of his bike, he removed a sweatshirt. Slipping it over her head, he pulled the material down. She slid the over-long sleeves up her arms automatically.

"Are you okay to ride?" he asked.

"I-I'm okay." She stood beside the Harley. "My mind is going crazy. Are you sure it was the greenhouse?"

"I need you to concentrate on holding onto me." He sat the bike.

She climbed on behind him. Highly aware of her on the back of his motorcycle and dealing with the news of the fire, he rode away from Promise and headed toward Superior.

If he found out who was responsible, he would kill them.

She'd worked too damn hard to build Grandma June's business into her own. All her sweat and tears were buried in the dirt that fed each plant.

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