Jake closed his office door, his chest still tight from the moment Isabella had walked out. He sank into his chair but couldn't stay still—his pulse was hammering too fast.
So her name was Isabella Howells.
He had finally found her. The girl he'd searched for five long years. Where had she been all these while?
What had she been up to? Why were they just crossing paths again now? Was this their fate or was it pure coincidence that he'd ran into her again after searching for her for five years?
Why was she pretending not to know him? Should he just go to her and ask her about it? No matter how he tried, he hadn't been able to forget that night.
He had thought several times how he could've helped her without actually agreeing to make it transactional though he would've still chosen to sleep with her if given another chance.
