IZABEL
One of the things Izabel liked about her relationship with Buck was that it wasn’t
exactly a relationship. He was a married man with a wife and two teenage boys and,
even though she struggled with being the other woman, she preferred being on her
own. They hadn’t seen each other since the night he’d returned home from his fishing
trip in Alaska and she’d been daunted with disturbing dreams. While he’d called her
several times wanting to come visit, Izabel had managed to keep him from returning
to Orcas Island, until today.
Buck knocked at her door unannounced, waking Izabel. He was holding a bouquet of
chrysanthemums and smiling with the lopsided grin that never failed to melt her heart.
Izabel knew he wanted more from her than she was able to give today, or maybe ever.
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