Isabella’s POV

The newsroom was finally quiet. After wrapping up my evening show, most of the crew had cleared out, leaving me alone in my office.

The glow from my computer screen illuminated the small space, reflecting off the framed awards on the shelf behind me.

I exhaled, stretching my arms above my head, savoring the rare moment of peace.

Then my phone rang.

I glanced at the caller ID and froze. Asher Sterling.

My heart did a small, stupid flip before I could tell it to calm down. It had been years since high school, and even though he was married now, I had never stopped caring about him....