“I did,” she said, deliberately cheerful. “You’ve got some great things, Wes. If you’re serious about donating, we’d love to add anything you can spare.”

He reached over and took her hand, holding it in his much larger one. The heat of him swept up her arm to puddle in the center of her chest, wrapping her heart in the warmth of him. God, she wasn’t going to be able to protect her heart, because it was already his.

“Just tell Robin what you need. She’ll take care of it.”

“Thanks.” She couldn’t stop looking at him. Maybe she was storing up memories, Isabelle thought. Maybe a part of her...