Chapter Eleven
Scurrying down the hall, she placed a hand on her heated cheek. If she was smart, she'd drop kick Jaxon Boyd out of her life right now. For good. But she was stupidly loyal, and no matter how much his rejection hurt, she wouldn't turn her back on a lifelong friend. Somewhere along the way, she'd gotten her signals mixed up, and now that they'd agreed their mind-blowing kiss had been a terrible mistake, she could move on. Build the life she wanted - in a new community. And someday soon, with a husband. And children.
Even if it took a year or two, she was still young enough to have three or four. Not enough to field the baseball team she'd imagined when she was a teenager, but enough for her children to enjoy the camaraderie of a big boisterous family. Isabella knew children
