Ryan watched the intruder race from his property and pedal off on her ancient bicycle to make sure she left. He tucked the edge of the bath towel around his waist.
“What an attitude,” he muttered.
Still, something about that woman was mildly appealing. It was her eyes, he realized. From when he was a boy, he’d been fascinated with deep green eyes like hers. He shrugged it off. He couldn’t risk getting involved. What kind of a person steals plants, anyway?
Ryan ran a hand over his wet hair and shook the water from it before stepping back inside. Still, he watched through the glass. The woman made her way toward a vintage pink bungalow down the block.
One of the quirky things he enjoyed about Crown Island was that most of the locals painted their houses in all colors of the rainbow, not
