Chapter 19

• The way Shawn had so casually referred to himself and Frankie as “our” was not lost on Jo even though Frankie wasn’t Isla’s biological mother. “I’m excited to see her, too. She’s a great kid.”
• “Oh, perfect timing,” said Frankie, looking at a spot over Jo’s shoulder. Jo turned, her expression entirely WTF until her eyes landed on the sin-hot blond guy behind her, and dear, sweet Jesus, could her sister not warn a girl?
• “Uh, for what?” Jo semi-stammered. But come on. Between the just- just-long-enough-to-be-sexy-not-scruffy hair curling over his ears, the dark- -chocolate eyes fixed directly on hers, and the black T-shirt molded to his lean, ropy muscles, she couldn’t be blamed for her lack of composure. For God’s sake, the man’s forearms were practically foreplay.