Chapter 33
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
Keeping up a ready supply of fresh milk at Trade Winds for Camille’s never ending need for coffee was a responsibility Ryan took very seriously. Each morning, after they’d tangled in the sheets, they would shower together. Then while Camille was getting dressed, Ryan would slip on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, and head down to the local mini mart.
Standing barefoot in the queue waiting to be served this morning, he noticed there were more people milling about the place than usual at this hour of the day. After checking his phone, the penny dropped. It was Saturday. The NYC weekend crowd had arrived.
It was weird how only a few days away from the city had conditioned him to the peace and quiet of the island.
All these people means that the beach will be busy this afternoon.
That put paid to any notion of him and Camille having a private picnic on the sand as he’d been hoping they would.
A movement out of the corner of his eye caught Ryans’ attention. A yard or so away from him a young woman was holding up her cell phone and snapping off a few pictures. He glanced at her, then turned and looked over his shoulder to the wall. The mini mart had a ton of posters and cards for local businesses plastered on the space next to the cash register.
Was she taking a photo of the crowd in the store? Maybe she was trying to get the details of one of the local charter boat services.
Yeah. That has to be what she was taking a picture of, not the people in the queue. And certainly not me.
He’d stopped being newsworthy long ago.
The line of customers moved forward, and so did the young woman. When Ryan looked at her once more, their gazes actually met. She offered him a knowing grin, then quickly stepped away. Just as she reached the front door, the stranger stopped and turned back to face him.
She raised her phone once more, making no effort to hide the fact that it was pointed directly at him. As she began to snap off even more pictures, Ryan lowered his head and swore softly under his breath.
He couldn’t recall the last time anyone had recognized him in public. It had to have been at least a year ago.
No, make that two years.
Ok. Just let it go.
If she had recognized him from the show, what was the worst the woman could do? Tell her friends that she had seen the guy who lost out on Bachelors on the Beach?
Ryan shrugged and placed his carton of milk on the counter in front of the cashier. No one cared about a has-been from an old reality tv show.