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trust it not to wobble if she speaks any louder.
     
    “Was?” He looks askance at her but seems to read her answer in her expression, his eyes dropping to the floor. “I’m sorry.”
     
    “Thank you.” Isabel smiles bravely, refusing to allow the crushing sadness to weigh down on her chest. She becomes acutely aware of Wesley staring at her again. She puts it down to the fact that she probably looks like she’s taken a bath in her clothes after trudging through the flooded basement. “I’ll let you get settled in.”
     
    “Isabel.”
     
    The way he says her name sends a thrill through her body, but she puts the shiver down to her wet clothes. She turns to face him again and sees the play of emotions across his face. Whatever he’s about to tell her, it isn’t easy for him. She waits.
     
    “You don’t have anything to worry about. I won’t be any trouble.”
     
    The earnestness in his expression makes her heart melt a little. “That’s good to hear, Wesley…” She leaves her unasked question hanging, giving him a pointed look.
     
    He laughs and Isabel is struck again by how much she likes the sound. “You don’t give up, do you?” He shakes his head implying mock despair and then sighs in surrender. “Raeburn. It’s Wesley Raeburn, but everyone calls me Wes.” He sticks his hand out, the manners Isabel had thought he was lacking suddenly out in force.
     
    She clasps his hand in hers, returning his shake. “Pleased to meet you, Wes.” Isabel is impressed that her voice remains steady despite the turmoil she’s feeling. The heat of his skin seems to reach deep inside of her, into a part of her that makes her fingers tremble.
     
    Wes seems to notice her reaction; Isabel watches his eyes soften. They look like melted chocolate, like a dark sea she could fall into and drown. Isabel pulls her hand away, a little faster than is strictly necessary and tells herself to stop behaving like a teenager. Sure, the man was more than easy on the eyes, but that doesn’t explain the way her brain seemed to have shifted down into Park around him. The moment is broken, but the tension remains in the room.
     
    “There is one other thing I hoped you might be able to help me with.” Wesley’s voice is husky, like he’s just woken up.
     
    “Whatever you need.” Isabel smiles, putting on her ‘perky’ tone and then blushes when she thinks exactly what ‘whatever’ might cover.
     
    He cocks an eyebrow at her and Isabel goes even redder as it feels like he’s read her mind. He fights to keep his smile under control. “I was wondering if you have somewhere out of sight I could park my bike?”
     
    Isabel blinks as she drags her mind out of the gutter and focuses on the question he’s just asked. “Somewhere out of sight?” She repeats his words as she stalls. She tries to figure out if he’s trying to keep the bike hidden because it’s stolen or because it’s been involved in a crime. That’s why you’re supposed to run the background check before you give them a key, Issy. She hears her mother’s voice in her head and frowns, knowing she’s right.
     
    “It’s a collector’s item and I don’t want to risk it being stolen.” He spreads his hands, like a magician does to show he isn’t hiding any cards up his sleeves.
     
    There’s no reason to think the worst of people, Issy. Another of her mother’s pieces of advice echoes in her ears as she takes in what Wesley has just told her. Isabel nods in understanding. “Of course, that makes sense.” She says the words more to herself than to him and there’s a beat of silence that passes between them.
     
    “So do you have somewhere I can keep it?” That amused smile is back on his face again and Isabel has the distinct impression that he’s laughing at her. It’s disconcerting the way he seems to know what’s going on in her head without her saying anything.
     
    “Sure, of course.” Isabel gives herself a little shake. His