He had come over bright and early to see Wildcat. Worried he was too early, he rolled up his windows and took a nap in his car. He hadn't expected to witness someone so bizarre.
To be honest, the woman was quite pretty, except her eyes looked like she'd been punched in the face the night before.
Little did Ian Shannon know, it was just the result of Moira Irving's chronic late nights surfing the web.
Moira Irving walked up to the villa and hoisted up her bags of fruit. She was about to ring the doorbell when she realized her hands were too full. 'Crap, I can't reach the doorbell.' She was debating whether to put everything down or just try kicking the door when a slender hand reached out from behind her.
She let out a scream. As she spun around, the fruit in her hands went flying, tumbling all over Ian Shannon. It wasn't until she saw it was a person behind her, not a ghost, that she clutched her chest in relief.
