There was one I had to send her.It said this. "I am glad for your offer that you gave me. The plant outsourced most of the jobs. The only jobs there a...e warehouse, admin,housekeeping, and security. I could bid on none. I was hired full timeby Harry. Everyone is asking about you. Write or call if you can. Anne."Tina wrote back. "Anne, I am sorry to hear that about the plant. Theworkers got what we call here the 'Green Wennie'. In short, screwed. Iam happy Harry made you a full time worker. I. Hobbies, well books, reading, literature. I was a librarian for a reason but then again, I do like going for walks and classical music so that was fine. I eventually got it nearly all done. I was pretty liberal with things like my targets looks and age range for the men I wanted to meet. No smokers though, that is something I could not bring my self to accept. Then it came to the profile pictures. The site allowed you to have some public ones and some only for your favourite people. Well, the. “I’ll be back at the pond, if you need anything,” she said. She waved as she walked along the front of the house, and then vanished around the corner.Clint blew out a long, slow breath through pursed lips once she was out of sight. He needed something, but he wasn’t sure enough of his instincts to try for it. Access to the property was too advantageous to his quest for the rumored Boreal. He felt it was better safe than sorry.Of course, he knew he was going to be sorry he didn’t jump at. The planting scheme was integral to the overall design. It was vital they had the right person for the job, but here she was, and there was know avoiding it now. They started with a tour of the building, at first Ivy seemed nervous, but she was asking intelligent questions and she seemed genuinely interested in his answers. His feeling of trepidation began to ease off. He was running through his spiel, the one he usually gave to people who’d never seen the round house before. He stopped talking.