26
After Christmas, Isabelle’s dreams stopped, as abruptly as if they’d never started. Was it because she’d finally delved into her mother’s journals? Maybe so. But she felt almost abandoned, as if the disappearance of the dream had a message—you’re on your own now. Figure it out.
But how was she supposed to figure it out when Lyle Guero took up so much of her thoughts?
Now that Tigger was gone, nothing held them back from spending every night together.
Like the night she tapped at the door of his guesthouse in nothing but a parka and snow boots.
Somehow she ended up on the edge of the kitchen counter, still in her parka, with Lyle nudging her thighs open.
He licked her to a screaming o****m, then plucked her off the counter and planted her feet on the floor. He flattened her over th
