I'm not about to start now, either.
Ending things with Danielle was the hardest decision I've ever made—and Blake James from the past would be screaming with joy if I told him he would end up marrying her.
But now?
It's business.
Sure, she's my ex.
But my best friend seems attached, and nothing can ever happen between us anyway—there are clauses left, right, and fucking center keeping us in line.
I think Danielle and Issac could be good for each other. She wants a happily ever after, a Prince Charming to her princess. However, I can't be that Prince Charming for her, and Issac deserves a good woman after the shit with Devon's mom.
So why am I so fucking jealous?
CHAPTER 12
DANIELLE
The rap on the door is unexpected, and I jump out of my skin, knocking the wine all over my front.
“Shit,” I mutter, fanning my shirt as I head to the door. It’s nine in the evening; who the hell could this be?
I check through the peephole to see Issac standing outside.
What the hell is he doing here?
Tugging the stiff door open, I look at him expectantly. “Issac?”
“Hey, Danielle, I’m sorry to turn up like this, but I had to see you.”
Holding the door open, I gesture for him to come in.
He strides past me, his eyes skimming the room before they land back on me and my wet shirt.
“I dropped my wine…” I explain as Issac nods, stepping closer to me.
His green eyes search mine, and I part my lips, wetting them with my tongue. “I’m sorry that I said I didn’t want to see you during your...marriage.” Issac reaches out, his fingers tracing myjawline as he shakes his head. “I didn’t think he’d ask you of all people.”
It’s been so long since anyone has touched me in this way, but is it fair to lead Issac on, considering I’m about to marry his best friend? For business or not?
“It makes sense, I guess. It’s a great opportunity for me.”
“But you’re his ex.”
Issac towers over me, and I have to look up at him to see the look in his eyes.
Jealousy.
“So?” I whisper, wondering what he’s trying to say.
Issac swallows, moving toward me as his mouth presses together in a thin line.
“I don’t want to compete with Blake James, Danielle.”
I lean up to press my lips against his, moving back when he doesn’t respond.
Oh, shit. I totally misread that.
