Mountain Grump (Mountain Men #3)

Chapter 15

Tilda

Scissors back in hand, I take a calming breath.

Climbing through the fence wasn’t my most graceful moment, but all is well. Nothing seems torn, just disheveled.

The song playing from my hip reaches a crescendo as I take the couple of steps to the first cluster of flowers.

I bend, aligning my scissors with the base of the stem.

The singer holds a high note.

And a voice sounds from beside me.

“Don’t cut that.”

I scream.

My arm jerks.

The scissors shut.

And I tip forward.