The knock came late in the morning. Isla had just gotten out of the shower and thrown on the first thing she could find—frayed denim shorts, a loose gray tank top, and no bra. She was still towel-drying her hair when she heard it.
When she opened the door, her breath caught.
Liam stood there, a cocky half-smile on his face and a tool bag slung over one shoulder.
“Forgot to give this back last night.” He held up a book—some random thriller her book club had recommended ages ago. “Thought I’d return it before your schedule got busy.”
Isla arched a brow. “You were never much of a reader.”
“I’m expanding my horizons,” he said, stepping past her like he owned the space. “Plus, I heard you’ve got a plumbing issue. Figured I’d lend a hand.”
She blinked. “Excuse me?”
“The leak under your si
