Page 123 of Reckless Harmony

He laughed. “Should I be insulted that the ‘I’m rubbing your feet’ moans sound very similar to the ‘I’m fucking your pussy’ moans?”

She wiggled her toes at him. “There are subtle differences.”

Still rubbing her feet, he said, “The travel advisory from last night and this morning has been lifted. We can head back to Harmony Falls.”

It was impossible to ignore the disappointment coursing through her. She’d only been at Isaac’s penthouse for roughly sixteen hours, but it had been one of the best sixteen hours she could remember in a very long time.

She’d fallen asleep in Isaac’s arms and slept until nearly nine. After a slow and very thorough round of lovemaking, instead of doing some work as she expected, Isaac had made them brunch while she took a bath in his soaker tub.

He’d given her one of his t-shirts to wear and put her clothes in the washing machine before instructing her to relax on the couch while he cleaned up the brunch dishes. She’d never felt so spoiled or taken care of, and she had even given herself permission not to check rescue texts and emails compulsively.

“I don’t have to work tomorrow,” she said hesitantly. “Maybe we could stay another day?”

His face showed genuine disappointment. “I have an in-person meeting tomorrow at the office that I can’t miss.”

“Okay,” she said. “Just let me get dressed, and we’ll go.”

He pulled her into his lap when she threw back the blanket. He gave her a sweet kiss that weirdly made her want to cry. “I really enjoyed being here with you, Rayna.”

“I did too,” she said. “Thank you, Isaac.”

He nodded and, that disappointment still on his face, released her when she tugged at his hands. She grabbed her clothes from the dryer and changed in his bedroom, telling herself not to be so damn upset. Staying another day here with Isaac would be a mistake. It would lead her to feel things she had no right to feel.

This again? You’re already in love with him. When will you stop soaking in that pool of denial you’re currently in?

Arranging her face into a cheerful smile, she headed back to the foyer, where Isaac waited for her. “Okay, I’m ready to go if you are.”

Isaac opened the closet but then turned to her without taking out their jackets. “Maybe I could reschedule -”

The elevator at the far end of the foyer dinged, and the doors slid open. Isaac turned to stone beside her, a combination of anger and fear settling on his face. On instinct, she grabbed his hand, squeezing it reassuringly as she studied the man who strode out of the elevator.

He was Isaac’s father. She didn’t need an introduction to know that. His blue eyes, jawline, and walk were eerie echoes of Isaac. He stopped in front of them, peeling off his leather gloves as he studied Rayna, found her wanting, and turned his gaze to his son.

“Hello, Isaac.”

“What are you doing here, Dad?” Isaac’s hand squeezed hers until her fingers went numb.

“I’ve been asking you to meet with me for weeks,” his father said. “Since you’ve been ignoring me, you’ve left me no choice but to show up unannounced.”

“How do you know the elevator code? I’ve never…”. Isaac’s face twisted. “Fucking Jasper gave it to you.”

His father’s nostrils flared. “Language, Isaac.”

“How did you know I was in town?” Isaac ignored his father’s rebuke.

“Your mother told me.”

“Oh, that is some bullshit right here,” Isaac snarled. “Tell me the fucking truth.”

“Christ, you get worked up so easily,” his father said. “Calm down and -”

“Tell me!”

“Your doorman has my number. I asked him to text me the next time you were in town.”

Isaac rolled his eyes. “You bribed the goddamn doorman.”

“As I said, you left me no choice.”

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