“I would never have taken you for a peeping tom,” Kiran’s voice came from the doorway, scaring the living s**t out of Walker. He was standing by the window again, peering through the tiny slit in the fixed curtains like the neighborhood’s fiercest gossip.
In an attempt to look less guilty than he felt, Walker maintained his position without turning to look at his friend. That didn’t stop the heat from rushing over the back of his exposed neck, however.
“Am I to assume then that you’re simply watching over your precious greenhouses? A little strange, don’t you think, since you haven’t taken much of an interest in them at all since coming back.”
That’s because looking at the damn things made his chest pang hollowly. To know that his people wanted them just as much as they wanted him; no
