“I really love my life,” Jacob drawled. “Mine’s starting to look pretty good,” Isa said, her voice muffled by the comforter. “Darlin’, you should see it from this angle,” he drawled, and sat back to admire his handiwork. The tableau before him was straight out of his fantasies, the ones that had started the day Isa moved in next door to him....

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