Ten days of chatting and flirting online and a few phone calls, but Isabella hadn’t yet relented on a dinner date. The truth was she hadn’t had time. Sunday afternoon she stood with her hands on her hips, surveying the situation at her parents’ home. She’d agreed to paint the living room for her ...
Leo. All the conflicting emotions she’d felt the night before came crashing back over her. She picked up her phone. “Hello?” “Mandy, it’s Leo. I’m sorry to bother you but I was wondering if you could come by the restaurant la...