“Love, Heath.” Isabella wrinkled her nose. “First, he shows up in New York and coincidentally runs into you, now this. Man needs to move on. You’ve been broken up for years, and you—” “Who’s Heath?” The black velvet voice wrenched my gaze to the entrance. Charcoal suit. Broad shoulders. Expression as dark as his voice. My pulse skittered into overdrive.
ohooooo someones mad at heath barrrr
