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 mother. Her sister-in-law lowered herself to the sofa, her hand rubbing her swollen belly. Isa glanced over at her. “Mandy?” Mandy waved her off. “I’m fine. Tired. Uncomfortable. Enormous. But other than that, fine.” Isa knew that at a week past her due date, Mandy wasn’t exaggerating. Uncomfortable was an understatement. “I won’t be able to help you, Isa,” Mandy said apologetically. “Don’t even worry about it. Just try to wait to have the baby until Leo’s back from the restaurant.” “Unfortunately, I can probably accomplish that,”
