ISABELLE
Friday Morning - One Week Later
I was curled up on my couch, laptop balanced on my knees, reviewing the latest draft of the property acquisition contract when my phone rang beside me.
Matt
A smile spread across my face before I even answered.
“Hey,” I said, unable to keep the warmth out of my voice.
“Hey yourself.” His voice was low, intimate. “Miss me?”
“Maybe.” I bit my lip. “Aren’t you supposed to be in a meeting right now?”
“I snuck out.”
“Matt—”
“I needed to hear your voice,” he said simply. “Sue me.”
My chest tightened in the best way. “You’re terrible.”
“I’m learning from the best.” I could hear the smile in his voice. “How’s work from home treating you?”
I glanced at my laptop, at the dense legal language I’d been staring at for the past hour. “It’s fine. Quie
