(Isabella’s POV)
“I’ve drawn up the contract,” Santiago says “I went ahead and signed in the appropriate places for my part. The paperwork is at my place. Are you comfortable going there and signing?” Santiago asks me.
I agree and he drives us there…fast.
Contractors are busy working while furniture is being delivered.
“I have an office we can do this in, not near as loud,” he says nonchalantly.
“Sure, okay,” I say. “So, you’re renovating?”
“Sort of,” he says. I sat down on a leather couch, and he hands me the contract. I saw that he did indeed sign in all the places he is meant to.
My eyes trace the lines of his signature. They are sharp, just like him.
Lines flow and weave together making decisive maneuvers, indicating he signed with no incessant starts and stops, just made
