**ISABELLA**

I heard the sound of his car before I saw it.

Well, I'd been waiting for him to arrive.

That low, engine sound coming up the driveway always did something to me. My stomach tightened the same way it had the first time I saw him standing in our foyer with a bag of textbooks, like nothing had ever happened between us.

I was already on the stairs when the front door opened. Mrs. Alvarez, our housekeeper, said something polite. He answered in that quiet way of his, short and flat, and then his footsteps started coming up the stairs.

He stopped when he saw me in the middle...