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She’d spent so many years volunteering at the rescue center, giving back to the community, that she’d gotten carried away with the luxury and glamor that Isaac’s company had offered her. But she knew, deep down, that in the long term, she’d want more.
“I need an ambition,” she said quietly. “Something big. Like I used to have, back when I was a little girl.”
Dan grinned. “What did you used to want? When you were a little girl?”
“Before I worked at the animal rescue center,” Peach said, “I wanted toownone.”
“Now there’s something for us to think about,” said Dan, scribbling a bunch of notes down on the paper with excitement.
Peach felt excitement running through her too. But along with that excitement, she felt fear. Because she knew, deep down, that Isaac couldn’t be part of her big plan. Isaac Righton was a sexy, rich, demanding Daddy. But… he hated animals. And he maybe hated charity too. He definitely wasn’t the sort of man who would spend all his money on a pet rescue center... And Peach was. It was time for her to do some real good in this world.
Chapter Fifteen
ISAAC
Wakinguponthemorning of his wedding, Isaac decided that his Alaskan-sized bed had never felt bigger. Or lonelier.
Why had he bought such a huge mattress when he lived all by himself?
And, more to the point, why had Peach told him that she wanted to spend the night at her place last night?
He knew that the brunch with Daisy and Kiera had gone badly. And he felt terribly guilty about that. But aside from that, they’d had a wonderful morning together. He’d made her come for the first time. Thenhe’dcome all over her beautiful body and made her breakfast in bed. He’d bought her some of the sexiest, cutest luxury items that Bal Harbor had to offer. He’d fed her so many pancakes she looked fit to burst.
What had gone wrong?
He had hoped that she’d have been fired up by the time he returned home from work last night. She’d had a meeting with a life coach, which he hoped would have been positive for her. As her Daddy, her fiancé, and her benefactor, it was important to him that she felt good about the money she was about to receive. That she had a plan in place for how she’d like to use it.
They’d had fun at the mall, of course, but retail therapy wasn’t the be-all-and-end-all — far from it. Isaac knew better than anyone that money didn’t cure all your problems. And having a lot of it in your pocket but no damn idea what to spend it all on, actually made you kinda miserable.
That’s why he’d loved taking Peach to the mall, actually. And having her in his life in general. It felt so good buying her things. To be a giver, not just a receiver, for once.
Last night, though, she’d told him she’d needed some space.
And he respected that.
It just felt really fucking lonely without her.
Miiiiiaow!
“Alright, Itchy,” said Isaac, looking down at the kitten trying to jump up onto his mattress. “I guess I’m not alone with you here.”
Itchy gave up trying to climb onto the bed and started chasing its tail instead.
“You really are a silly thing,” Isaac said, surprised by how tender his voice was when speaking to the creature. Bit by bit, the animal had grown on him. He had stopped chasing up his PA to find a home for it. Had started to accept that maybe, just maybe, this was his life now. He was… a cat person.
“Oh dear, Itchy,” he said. “I think that girl is making me soft. I’m talking to animals now.”
Itchy paid him no attention whatsoever, and continued chasing his tail.
Isaac got out of bed and checked his watch. Three hours until the wedding. Montague and Bastion were due over in a while. His best men. They still weren’t happy about the wedding, but they were going along with it.
Before they arrived, Isaac would need a shower and a shave. He just didn’t feel like showering or shaving right now though. He wanted to seeher. He had a few gifts to give her, but really, the gifts were kind of an excuse. He needed to talk to her.
He gathered his stuff together and headed for Peach’s mansion. As he pressed the doorbell, he felt nervous all of a sudden. Like he was a teenager again, waiting to see if the girl he liked wanted to go out with him.
Finally, she answered the door, and his anxiety didn’t dissipate. If anything, it got worse.
She looked a-ma-zing.
