Chapter 1 of "Connecting Rooms" by Jayne Ann Krentzin Everlasting Love
No one ever said that the devil couldn't have a rose garden, Amy Comfort thought. It just seemed a trifle out of character. On the other hand, the rose garden of the old Draycott place was no ordinary one. And Owen Sweet, Amy had decided, was no ordinary gardener.
"Are you, or are you not, a private investigator?" Amy demanded.
"Depends --" Owen Sweet answered. With the lethal precision of a fencer, he used a pair of garden shears on a clotted mass of evil-looking vines.
"What does it depend on?"
"On whether or not I feel like working at it." Owen took...