table and settled them atop his.
The corners of his mouth twitched as he nodded in reflection. “I’m intrigued with everything about her.”
A broader smile bloomed across Yasmine’s face.
Isaiah caught the twinkle in her eyes and groaned. “Don’t give me that look,” he said, easing down in his chair.
“What look? This is great news. It’s the best news. We have to find this woman and tell her how you feel.”
He held up a slender finger. “Problem: she’s not interested in me.”
She coiled back with a frown. “You don’t know that.”
“Don’t I?” he countered. “Let’s look at the facts. Six months ago, she disappeared without a trace after the most incredible night of my life. Four days ago she rams into my car and then treated me as though I was the last person on earth she wanted to see. Then last night, she damn near ran me over trying to get away. None of these things leads me to believe she’s interested in pursuing a relationship.”
“Hmmph. Sounds to me like she doesn’t know how to drive.”
He laughed despite his deepening mood. “I have more important things to worry about than someone who…”
Yasmine watched him as she waited for him to finish his sentence. When it was apparent that he wouldn’t, she attacked with a different angle of persuasion. “I’ve never known you to give up,” she said in manufactured awe. “Especially when you want something.”
The blunt challenge struck the bull’s-eye of Isaiah’s pride as his head bobbed in agreement. He wantedBrooklyn Douglas; there were no ifs, ands, or buts about it. But how he’d go about getting her, he hadn’t a clue. “All right,” he said. His mind scrambled for an idea. “I’m going to go for it.”
Yasmine patted his hand and gave him a superior nod. “Good boy.”
Wednesday morning, Brooklyn arrived at Conner’s Realty, shocked to find her desk covered with long-stemmed roses. The other women in the office cast curious glances spiked with friendly jealousy. When she plucked the accompanying card from a plastic stem, it was hard for her to hide her shock.
—Does the memory of New York keep you up at night?
—Isaiah
She reread the card several times and then stared at the large crystal vases monopolizing her desk while a smile crept across her features. “Yes, it does.”
On Thursday, a golden gift box with an elaborate red velvet bow sat in the middle of her desk. No one in the office saw who’d delivered it. With great trepidation, she unwrapped the box. She smiled when she withdrew a beautiful snow globe. She shook the small orb and watched the artificial snow swirl around a miniature image of New York. Also inside the box was Isaiah’sbusiness card and on the back was the instruction for her to call his cell phone.
She was tempted.
Later that day, Isaiah took his mother home. It was a great relief to see her back where she belonged. And she wasted no time trying to clean, cook, and dig in her garden, but at every turn, Isaiah was there insisting that she rest. So he was left to cook, clean and, heaven help him, dig in the garden.
Hordes of Georgia’s friends came by to check up on her. A few of them dropped hints for Isaiah to meet either their daughters or granddaughters. He told them all that he wished he had the time. But any mention of him returning to Texas was accompanied by his mother’s frown.
While running errands, he kept his cell phone nearby. When the last guest finally left, he rested a few minutes from the swirl of activity. “You have a lot of friends.”
“A person can never have too many,” she said, patting his hand.
Out of habit, he retrieved his cell phone from his hip and checked for messages.
“Don’t tell me you’re already eager to go back to work,” she said, watching him.
He smiled and shook his head. “Believe it or not I haven’t thought about work for a few days.”
Disbelief covered her face as she waved off hiscomment. “That’s
The corners of his mouth twitched as he nodded in reflection. “I’m intrigued with everything about her.”
A broader smile bloomed across Yasmine’s face.
Isaiah caught the twinkle in her eyes and groaned. “Don’t give me that look,” he said, easing down in his chair.
“What look? This is great news. It’s the best news. We have to find this woman and tell her how you feel.”
He held up a slender finger. “Problem: she’s not interested in me.”
She coiled back with a frown. “You don’t know that.”
“Don’t I?” he countered. “Let’s look at the facts. Six months ago, she disappeared without a trace after the most incredible night of my life. Four days ago she rams into my car and then treated me as though I was the last person on earth she wanted to see. Then last night, she damn near ran me over trying to get away. None of these things leads me to believe she’s interested in pursuing a relationship.”
“Hmmph. Sounds to me like she doesn’t know how to drive.”
He laughed despite his deepening mood. “I have more important things to worry about than someone who…”
Yasmine watched him as she waited for him to finish his sentence. When it was apparent that he wouldn’t, she attacked with a different angle of persuasion. “I’ve never known you to give up,” she said in manufactured awe. “Especially when you want something.”
The blunt challenge struck the bull’s-eye of Isaiah’s pride as his head bobbed in agreement. He wantedBrooklyn Douglas; there were no ifs, ands, or buts about it. But how he’d go about getting her, he hadn’t a clue. “All right,” he said. His mind scrambled for an idea. “I’m going to go for it.”
Yasmine patted his hand and gave him a superior nod. “Good boy.”
Wednesday morning, Brooklyn arrived at Conner’s Realty, shocked to find her desk covered with long-stemmed roses. The other women in the office cast curious glances spiked with friendly jealousy. When she plucked the accompanying card from a plastic stem, it was hard for her to hide her shock.
—Does the memory of New York keep you up at night?
—Isaiah
She reread the card several times and then stared at the large crystal vases monopolizing her desk while a smile crept across her features. “Yes, it does.”
On Thursday, a golden gift box with an elaborate red velvet bow sat in the middle of her desk. No one in the office saw who’d delivered it. With great trepidation, she unwrapped the box. She smiled when she withdrew a beautiful snow globe. She shook the small orb and watched the artificial snow swirl around a miniature image of New York. Also inside the box was Isaiah’sbusiness card and on the back was the instruction for her to call his cell phone.
She was tempted.
Later that day, Isaiah took his mother home. It was a great relief to see her back where she belonged. And she wasted no time trying to clean, cook, and dig in her garden, but at every turn, Isaiah was there insisting that she rest. So he was left to cook, clean and, heaven help him, dig in the garden.
Hordes of Georgia’s friends came by to check up on her. A few of them dropped hints for Isaiah to meet either their daughters or granddaughters. He told them all that he wished he had the time. But any mention of him returning to Texas was accompanied by his mother’s frown.
While running errands, he kept his cell phone nearby. When the last guest finally left, he rested a few minutes from the swirl of activity. “You have a lot of friends.”
“A person can never have too many,” she said, patting his hand.
Out of habit, he retrieved his cell phone from his hip and checked for messages.
“Don’t tell me you’re already eager to go back to work,” she said, watching him.
He smiled and shook his head. “Believe it or not I haven’t thought about work for a few days.”
Disbelief covered her face as she waved off hiscomment. “That’s
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