Izzy had barely stepped into Seth’s spacious living room when she felt the strong urge to smack herself out of frustration.
What kind of sane woman goes with a man—who’s practically a stranger—at this hour of the night?
If her mother were still alive, she’d probably be getting an earful right now. And she could already hear what Mama Hilda would’ve said:
“I didn’t raise you to be like this, Isabel.”
Izzy let out a long sigh, biting her lip hard at the thought.
“You coming in or what?”
Seth’s voice snapped her out of her thoughts. She quickly looked up, flashing him an embarrassed smile before slowly stepping inside.
She swallowed hard when she heard the door click shut behind her and Seth’s footsteps approaching.
“Here. I’ve got plenty of coffee. Imported stuff. Take your pick.”
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