“Wear green. I like green.” She harrumphed. “I always wear green. It’s my favorite color.” “Mine too.” He winked, then strode into the hallway. Ivy held her breath, straining to hear the front door. Then once he was gone, she rushed to her bedroom, straight for the window that overlooked the front of the house. The arrogant bastard stood next to his car, arms crossed and legs planted wide, his eyes aimed her way. Given the smirk on his face, he’d known she’d run to watch him.
