Isabella couldn't concentrate on reading the newspaper. In her mind, she kept replaying how Wyatt's lips felt on hers. She shook her head to clear it of those unwanted thoughts and put the paper aside. Wyatt was looking very comfortable, relaxing in the recliner with his feet propped up.
Isabella cleared her throat. "What's she like?"
Wyatt looked up from the paper. "Who?"
"Your girlfriend. That's who you were talking to on the phone, right?"
Wyatt laughed and shook his head. "No, not my girlfriend. It was my sister, Amy. She wanted to come and visit for the day."
"Oh, does she come here often?" She looked down at her hardened nipples showing through the fabric of her shirt and crossed her arms to cover them.
"Not often enough. I wish we could spend more time together. Amy sometimes flies down from New York to spend a day with me."
"Well, what's she like? What does she do for a living?