Ryan strode from the port-cochère toward his rental car, his thoughts centered on the woman he’d rescued. He was relieved that he’d been there. A death at the hotel in the first week would not have been an auspicious beginning.
And of all people, it had to be his plant thief. April. Ironically, that fit. He couldn’t help grinning. She’d had some nerve to show her face at his hotel.
AprilBut then, she wouldn’t have made the connection, he realized.
He chuckled at the irony of it. Of all the women, he couldn’t stop thinking about a shameless plant thief. Not many women stood up to him as she had, even though she’d been trespassing and clearly in the wrong. Her blazing green eyes, filled with outrage, had intrigued him.
Unlike Deb Whitaker, April was more his type. Holding her in his arms
