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Isaac sat in a chair on his front porch, staring out over the ocean. The sun was just beginning to sink, but it wouldn’t completely set for at least another couple of hours. He heard his phone ring but let it go to voicemail. Isaac wasn’t ready to hear Leanne tell him she was going back to LA. He’d be ready. Eventually. But not yet.
It was at times like these that he should be around other people. Caleb. Adeline. Anyone, really. But he wasn’t in the mood tonight—not when he’d be without Leanne. He hadn’t been in the mood the previous evening either, which was understandable, considering she’d basically stood him up, all because she needed to wait on Mr. Fancy Pants. All the man had to do was get Leanne’s hopes up, and she went running off again.
Who knew, maybe this really would be L
