““(Isabelle) “You can do whatever you’d like at my house.” He raised his eyebrows and grinned. “Within reason,” she added. “If I find you in my bed with a woman, you’re a dead man.” He grinned bigger. Her stomach knotted. “Did I say that?” He continued to grin. She had said it. Must be the fatigue. Three hours of sleep didn’t cut it. He stepped closer. Oh, boy. “Izzy, the only woman I want in that bed is you.””