Stranger’s POV
It had been a stressful week at work. Actually, it had become somewhat of a habit. Leave work on Friday at lunch and hurry home. Hook my boat up to the truck and head out to my sanctuary, a small island off the Gulf Coast of Florida. That day turned out to be different due to Lyla and Shyla.
It was mid-afternoon when I pulled my restored wooden Chris Craft into the cove. I had spent a year restoring all the wood on the small boat back to its original condition. It gave me such pleasure to take it out.
I spotted them immediately but then again who wouldn’t have. Two girls, maybe early 20’s, standing there on the sand. No, they weren’t just two girls; they were beautiful even from a distance. One was very tall with long blond hair. She was wearing a skimpy blue suit that s
