Isobel darted to her ringing phone, breathless, her heart leaping when she saw Ryder’s name glowing across the screen. She pressed it to her ear, a smile spreading wide.
“Hello, Ryder.”
His voice came warm as bourbon, with that trace of New York polish cutting through his Tennessee cadence.
“Good morning, beautiful. Happy birthday.”
“Thank you, Ryder,” she said softly, her smile audible.
“What are you up to?”
“I’m getting ready for work. What about you?”
“I’m parked in the driveway of a gorgeous lady who just so happens to be celebrating her birthday today.”
She laughed, teasing, “Oh, really? Do you know another person with a birthday today?”
“Very funny, Isobel.” His voice dipped lower, husky with affection.
Her brows arched. “Why are you in my driveway?”
“Because I’m driving y
