Page 163 of The Widower
“It’s an honor. Thank you both. This mansion is the most beautiful I’ve seen in a long time. You did an incredible job. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got some guests to entertain.”
James walked off, and Isabelle stood there with that dazed, happy smile still on her face.
We moved inside the mansion, though it was nearly empty—most of the guests were out in the garden chatting.
“Feels good to hear that, doesn’t it?” I asked.
“It does. But it’s even better timing, because I’ve got some news to share.”
“Then let’s hear it.”
“I got accepted into the University of Miami!” she squealed, literally bouncing with excitement.
“You’re kidding!”
“Nope. You’re looking at your future colleague. Well, in about five years, once I graduate.”
“I did not see that coming. I’m so proud of you—but I can’t believe you kept that from me.” I pretended to scold her, then pulled her into my arms and kissed her forehead. Isabelle had talent, and I knew she’d go far.
“I can’t believe I’m going to be the family’s newest architect,” she said, grinning.
“You will be, sweetheart. I have no doubt.”
“Isabelle Adams, the most famous architect in Miami. I’m coming for your title, love.”
“I don’t doubt it for a second. I’ve always told you—you’ve got the gift.”
“We’ll be rivals. And I’m going to destroy you.” She kissed me, teasing. “In every possible way.”
“I like the sound of that.” I scooped her up in my arms, carrying her off to God knows where.
“I’m not gonna go easy on you, Colin Adams.”
“Who said I wanted you to?”
ISABELLE CAMPBELL
Happiness defined me.
I’m married, I got accepted into the local college, I have beautiful, talkative kids, and Colin finally isn’t being stubborn 24 hours a day…
So many things changed that I can’t explain them—I just feel them.
Yes, Henry said that out of nowhere, and it startled me because he usually teases Colin, not me. But like he told me recently, “Give him his freedom and you’ll understand.”
He was one of the guests and had brought Lauren along since she needed to get out for a bit. I found out what had been dragging her down—it was her job. I hated seeing her like that.
“That was a random comment.”
“I know.” Henry kept looking at Lauren; she knew what was going on. I know my friend well.
“Why don’t you tell her that? You got the courage?” I challenged, and suddenly he paid attention, locking eyes with me.
“You doubt my powers of persuasion with women?”
“Me? No way!”
“Doesn’t matter. I usually go after what I want.And it seems like she likes the same things I do…”
