Isabella couldn't concentrate on reading the newspaper. In her mind, she kept replaying how Wyatt's lips felt on hers. She shook her head to clear it of those unwanted thoughts and put the paper aside. Wyatt was looking very comfortable, relaxing in the recliner with his feet propped up.

Isabella cleared her throat. "What's she like?"

Wyatt looked up from the paper. "Who?"

"Your girlfriend. That's who you were talking to on the phone, right?"

Wyatt laughed ...