Chapter Twenty-Nine
"Sooo," said Robbie, propping a hip on the kitchen counter and snagging a cannoli off the dessert tray Isabella was preparing to bring to the table "Looks like your dream's finally coming true."
Her stomach dropped. How could he possibly know? They'd been so careful. After that first night back at her cottage, Jaxon made sure to leave the cottage under cover of darkness. They'd become experts in sneaky s*x, in his truck, in the hayloft, behind the barn. "I-I can explain." Only she didn't want to. This was their little secret, their cocoon away from questioning eyes and gossiping tongues.
Robbie scoffed, reaching for another cannoli. This time, she slapped it away. "You don't have anything to explain. I've told Ma and Dad for years that I'm not a rancher, and I don't
