Table Of Contents
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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
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Chapter 1
At the Airport
Isabella hadn’t been this busy since the height of her career. The past six weeks had flown by in a flurry of conversations with her parents, arranging a place to live in Philadelphia, and the tricky task of planning Richard’s part in Alberto’s life when they were no longer living under the same roof.
A new companionship had blossomed between them. Accepting they weren’t meant to be a couple—and the honesty between them that came with that acceptance—made their relationship much more comfortable.
Richard had helped Isabella find the least disruptive and most financially sensible way to transport her few prized belongings and Alberto’s baby things up to Philadelphia. Then he’d put their house up for sale and moved in with Shay and Joshua again.
While most of their things were making their way slowly up the country, Isabella, Alberto, and her biggest suitcase were on their way to the airport. They would stay with Isabella’s parents for two nights—until the moving company Isabella’s mother had hired delivered their belongings to their rented apartment.
Grudgingly, Isabella had to admit that, for all her mother’s faults, Judith had been a godsend when it came to planning the move. Granted, she was undoubtedly driven by selfish reasons—wanting her daughter and grandson back with her was one of them. Saying “I told you so” regarding Isabella’s failed relationship with “the hippie-Florida-hobo” was another. Nevertheless, she’d made the process a lot faster by shouting at people and throwing money at every problem that arose.
Sipping an airport macchiato, Isabella looked at the sleeping Alberto in the harness strapped to her chest. He seemed utterly content and clueless that they were embarking on a trip that would change everything. Isabella smiled at his little sleeping face, and she ignored the pang of guilt that hit. Again.
She should be using the time to write. Her book had been left to collect dust through the last few weeks of planning. Between caring for Alberto, the plans for future living and travel arrangements, discussions with Richard, and, of course, chatting to Erin, her writing had been put on the back burner.
The little wireless keyboard she’d bought was to make writing on the iPad less mind numbing. She opened the tablet’s writing app to her latest chapter and read with knitted brows, not sure where she had been going with the last paragraph. She sighed and closed the app. Writing could wait until things settled down.
A smile spread across her face. Behind her apps was a picture of Alberto banging a toy on the ground and grinning widely. Erin had explained how to use a picture for the lock screen and wallpaper. Erin. Wonderful, sweet, helpful Erin. Thinking about her favorite New Yorker had quickly become second nature. She didn’t feel guilty in the slightest, as she daydreamed about Erin teaching techie things in person.
During their chats, Erin would make silly jokes or send pictures of cute dogs she wanted to get, but they also had serious conversations about relationships and their everyday lives. Isabella knew most of Erin’s regular clients by name, and infuriatingly, she also knew the girl Erin lost her virginity to at eighteen was called AJ. That was new. Isabella had never experienced jealousy like that before.
More frequent video chats were a luxury that had allowed Isabella to see a lot more of Erin. Yet it still wasn’t nearly enough. Isabella desperately wanted to be closer to her. She wondered what Erin smelled like, how it would feel to be in the presence of her amazing smile and perfect body.
Isabella bit her lip. She shouldn’t think about Erin’s body; she’d already lost too much of the rare commodity that was sleep, and she felt acutely guilty. Objectifying women was something she hated in men. Now she was doing it, although she comforted herself with the fact that she respected and cared for Erin more than she drooled over her. But those damned muscles were her downfall.
When Erin had demonstrated shadowboxing, wrapping her hands, taking her stance away from her laptop, and boxing the hell out of the air in front of her, Isabella’s skin had goose-pimpled at the sight of the ripples in the slender muscles of Erin’s arms and chest.
Isabella had a weakness for muscles. Not extreme bodybuilders, just cut muscles and a body that looked like it could pounce into action at any second. She’d always loved the visual poetry of muscles moving under a man’s skin.
But she hadn’t realized that she could be attracted to this sort of build on a woman. Perhaps even more so. A thin waist and chiseled abs, the contrast of soft breasts and sharply defined pecs above them, it was…alluring, to say the least.
In Erin, she’d found the beauty and elegance of a woman, combined with the strength and power she normally associated with a man. All the things she admired could exist in one person, and that person had come crashing into her life with long eyelashes and sexy, toned arms. Like one of the Amazons in Wonder Woman.
She continued to ignore the airport bustle and let her mind obsess about Erin. Isabella remembered a conversation they’d had during a video chat, on a rainy afternoon last week.
“You know what I find strange about being attracted to you?” she asked.
Erin put her coffee down and looked worried for a moment. “Um…no?”
“That I look at you and see all your amazing qualities and can’t decide if I want to be like you or be with you.”
With a chuckle, Erin brought her mug up toward the laptop camera to toast Isabella. “Yep, welcome to the woman-loving-woman community. That’s, like, the first thing that a lot of women feel when they come across a woman they find attractive. And for the record, I refuse to let you be anything like me. That would ruin everything awesome that you are. So just be with me. Uh, I mean, you know, someday. If I’m lucky.”
The panicked tone in Erin’s voice filled Isabella with affection.
She’d been so respectful since the breakup. After the revelation that they were both attracted to each other and that Isabella was breaking up with Richard, Erin had backed off and tried desperately not to flirt. She’d stayed friendly, and while they spoke openly about their attraction, neither of them had taken it any further.
Her respectful
behavior was endearing, and it made Isabella feel safe and much appreciated. However, she also felt appreciated when Erin would falter and stare at her body. Or come out with a comment that was too close to a double entendre to be purely platonic.
She’d be apologetic, and Isabella—for a moment or two—would find herself wishing Erin would stop being so respectful and just flirt her brains out. There had been a lot more flirting recently. Right after the breakup, Isabella had given herself kudos for being good at keeping things platonic. Sadly, it hadn’t lasted.
At the end of the day, they were both adults and knew what was at stake. First, Isabella had to get her life in order and make a new, safe home for her and Alberto. Then she could think about making Erin blush.
She couldn’t wait to talk to Erin, even if it was just to say hi and tell her that they were boarding in twenty minutes. There was no point using Skype, Twitter, or even the e-mail address Erin had given her. Erin would be busy with clients, and they’d planned to text each other after six, when Erin would be free and at home, eating a bucketful of lean calories.
Isabella retrieved her phone. A quick text message couldn’t hurt.
In the airport. Alberto’s sleeping, I can’t focus on writing, and my macchiato tastes like iron. Unless you are busy, this would be an excellent time for my court jester to entertain me.
Isabella put the phone down and took another sip of her disappointing beverage. A moment later, it beeped.
Hey there, Martinez. Is that your way of saying “dance, monkey, dance?” I don’t get paid to entertain you, you know. In fact, I’m not getting paid at all right now, because my client just cancelled. Wanna talk?
A ball of joy exploded in her belly. How could talking to someone make her this excited? With quick fingers she dialed, grinning when Erin answered immediately.
“Hey, Ms. Writer! Sorry your day sucks.”
Her grin broadened at the sound of Erin’s voice. “Well, some might say it just got better, now that I can while away some time with you,” she said quietly.
She was trying not to wake Alberto, who might wake from hearing her voice amplified in his position tied to her chest.
“Charmer. I like that better than being ordered to entertain you. So, almost on your way to your new life in Philly. You pumped?”
The question confused Isabella for a moment. She wondered if Erin was wondering if she had pumped out milk for Alberto, but then she realized that Erin was asking if she was excited. She worried that motherhood had erased everything else from her once-so-sharp brain.
“I suppose so, yes. It’s strange going back. I feel a little like I’m returning to a chapter of my life that’s over and done with. Then I remember I’m going there with Alberto, and it all feels new and thrilling again.”
“Yeah, and it means you won’t be as bothered by loads of cheerful sunshine, huh?” Erin asked in a teasing tone.
“Precisely. The Philadelphia weather suits me much better. Hopefully, I’ll see fewer men who think that a warm day is an excuse to walk around topless. Or worse, topless but wearing camouflage shorts, socks, and flip-flops,” Isabella said with disdain.
“All right, Fashion Police, chill. I’m sure most Floridians had better taste than that.”
“Oh, that was the damned tourists.”
Erin chuckled, and Isabella was startled at how the sound of it made her feel safe. Strange.
“So, you got a good seat on the plane?”
“Aisle seat. I usually prefer the window seat, but I have to be able to walk around with Alberto if he needs comforting.”
“Well, at least you’ll be closer to the stewardesses, so you’ll get your coffee quicker.” Erin pointed out.
Isabella’s mouth curled into a wicked smile. “Oh, I thought you meant that it was good that I was closer to the stewardesses, so I could check them out.”
“Whoa! Isabella, you can’t go from ‘I would be open to dating a woman if I was ever attracted to one’ to objectifying women in short-skirted uniforms in, like, six weeks.”
Isabella pitched her voice a little deeper, as she always did when she wanted to make Erin blush. “Can’t I? Who’s going to stop me? You?”
At Erin’s little laugh, Isabella closed her eyes, willing Erin to take this further. There were so many replies to that comment which would be seductive, or at least suggestive. Isabella knew she shouldn’t be hoping for that, not right now. But it was so very tempting.
Erin cleared her throat. To Isabella’s simultaneous disappointment and relief, it was a serious, sobering throat clearing.
“So, are you sure about staying with your parents? I know you want to move back to Philadelphia because it feels like home, but staying with your parents? After all your mother’s abuse?”
Isabella felt herself tense up to full rigidity. Why would she bring that up when I’m in an airport?
“I wouldn’t call it abuse. She never physically hurt me,” Isabella said quietly, increasingly aware of the people around her.
“There is more than one kind of abuse, Isabella.”
“I’m fine staying with them for a couple of days. I’ve missed Daddy, and I can handle my mother.”
“Okay, if you are comfortable staying there, then great. I was just thinking about it last night when I couldn’t sleep. I know it’s ridiculous, but I just laid there, staring at the damn ceiling and worrying about you.”
“Thank you for your concern. Really. Can we please change the topic?”
“Yeah, of course. Sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you. Anyway, um, I checked the weather this morning, and most of the country seems to have okay conditions, so there shouldn’t be much turbulence.”
Isabella’s tense body relaxed. Erin had actually taken time out of her morning routine to check the weather for the whole country to make sure that she and Alberto wouldn’t be buffeted around by bad weather somewhere on their flight.
“Thank you for checking. I really appreciate that. I’m not used to that kind of consideration.”
“Hey, I gotta look after my…new friend. And the stressed-out lil’ man. Turbulence might give him an ulcer.”
“Erin, he’s not that bad. That does remind me, though. I’ll need to find him a new doctor when I get settled.”
“Yeah. Um, what else are you going to do when you get settled?”
“Hmm. Are you asking me if I’m hoping to get a visit from a certain New Yorker?”
Erin started stuttering, and Isabella cut her off right away.
“Please don’t freak out, Erin. I do want to meet you face-to-face soon, yes. Obviously not right away, as I have two days with my family and then I have to decorate my new home. But when the dust settles, I would be very happy to meet you.”
“Yes!” Erin shouted into her phone.
Isabella held the phone away from her ear and watched Alberto squeeze his eyes shut and fidget a little at the noise.
A couple walking past stared at her. She ignored them; she’d made Erin and herself happy. Their stares were unimportant compared to that.
“Sounds like you want to see me too, preciosa.”
“Hell, yeah. Even if it’s just as friends, I’d love to meet you and maybe even get a hug or something. If you’re a hugger, that is.”
“I will be when I meet you. As I say, just give me a little time before we set a date,” Isabella reiterated.
“Of course, as much time as you need. Just let me know a little bit in advance, so I can warn my clients and refer them to someone else while I’m away.”
Isabella carefully watched Alberto as he fidgeted again then relaxed and resettled. She took more care to be quiet when she replied. “Isn’t that a tad risky? What if they decide to stay with your competitors when you come back?”
“Nah, once you’ve had Erin Black, you won’t settle for any less.”
> A snigger that was pure naughtiness escaped Isabella. “Oh, I bet.”
“Hey! Mind out of the gutter.”
“Why? I’m a single woman reclaiming her sexuality.”
“Reclaiming it? What does that mean? Did someone steal it?”
“You know what I mean. I haven’t been in the right headspace to think of anything amorous whatsoever. That’s obviously changed now, but I’m not discussing this in an airport. Speaking of which, I should probably start making my way over to the gate. My flight was just called.”
“Yeah, you should get going. Hey, do me a favor?”
Isabella stood and pushed her chair in under the table. “Of course. What?”
“Text me when you’ve landed so I know everything’s okay?”
Suddenly, the day was a whole lot better than Isabella had given it credit for. “I will. Thank you for looking out for me and the little prince.”
“Um, yeah, well, you’re really precious, y’know?” Erin replied, sounding embarrassed.
“So are you, Erin. I’ll text you as soon as we land.”
“Cool. Have a safe flight.”
“I’ll try. Speak soon.”
Isabella realized with amusement that they both sounded so reluctant to hang up. She kissed Alberto’s sleeping head and wondered if Erin was smiling stupidly and feeling her heart beat faster. Just like she was.
Chapter 2
Change Is Hard and Distance Is Worse
Erin was finally home from work and listening to the radio as she prepared her dinner. She whistled along to the music, thinking about things that might make the distance between her and Isabella feel smaller.
It was odd; the distance hadn’t preyed on her mind when Isabella was in Florida. But now that she was closer and there were fewer hurdles to overcome, Erin felt the distance between them like a constant ache.
Erika had been helpful, sharing sisterly advice and brainstorms. She’d mentioned watching TV shows simultaneously so that they could discuss them over Skype and playing games online together. Neither of those ideas seemed very fitting. She certainly couldn’t imagine Isabella playing online games.
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