As he emerged from the bedroom, he found Isabella inspecting his living room with an appraising eye. Her gaze lingered on the modern art piece hanging above the fireplace, a splash of vibrant colors that he still wasn't sure he understood.
"So, you're into abstract art now?" she teased, raising an eyebrow. "Or did you just throw paint at the canvas and call it a day?"
"Hey, it came with the place. It's either worth millions or absolutely nothing.
"Sounds about right," Isabella laughed. She turned to face him, her eyes traveling up and down his body. "Well, well, look at you. Even without a shower, you're still rocking that disheveled charm. It's working for you, Jackson."
Jackson felt his cheeks warm at her compliment. He ran a hand through his messy hair, suddenly self-conscious. "Tha
