Chapter Colin Adams
COLIN ADAMS
We were at the grand opening of the mansion I’d promised my friend James Sullivan.
It had taken me a while to get everything just right, but in the end, it all came together perfectly.
Isabelle had helped me with the design—something she hadn’t believed she was capable of at first. Typical of her, she’d hesitated, worried James wouldn’t like her ideas and that she’d end up taking the blame if anything went wrong.
It took some convincing, but she finally agreed to work with me. And honestly, she’s got real talent—and no, that’s not me being biased. Her sense of space is sharp, and that made all the difference.
“So Isabelle was nervous, huh?” James Sullivan said, slipping closer to me. She wasn’t nearby at the moment.
“Very. She thought she might ruin the project.”
“Nonsense!”
“I agree. She was a huge help—and she’s got a great eye.”
“That’s actually what I wanted to talk to you about.” James’s tone turned serious. “Unfortunately, I’ve found someone better to design my homes. You’re fired, Colin Adams. Isabelle’s replacing you.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “No problem. For her, I’ll take the hit.”
We both burst out laughing, and a few seconds later Isabelle joined us. James greeted her with a hug.
“We were just talking about firing your husband,” he said.
“I knew I shouldn’t have helped him! What did we mess up? The entrance? The hall? I told you—” she started to panic, but James’s laughter cut her off.
The old man still had his sense of humor.
“Actually, I’d fire him and hire you instead,” he said.
A shy smile tugged at her lips. “Oh, I don’t even know what to say—thank you.”
“It’s an honor. Thank you both. This mansion is the most beautiful I’ve seen in a long time. You did an incredible job. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got some guests to entertain.”
James walked off, and Isabelle stood there with that dazed, happy smile still on her face.
We moved inside the mansion, though it was nearly empty—most of the guests were out in the garden chatting.
“Feels good to hear that, doesn’t it?” I asked.
“It does. But it’s even better timing, because I’ve got some news to share.”
“Then let’s hear it.”
“I got accepted into the University of Miami!” she squealed, literally bouncing with excitement.
“You’re kidding!”
“Nope. You’re looking at your future colleague. Well, in about five years, once I graduate.”
“I did not see that coming. I’m so proud of you—but I can’t believe you kept that from me.” I pretended to scold her, then pulled her into my arms and kissed her forehead. Isabelle had talent, and I knew she’d go far.
“I can’t believe I’m going to be the family’s newest architect,” she said, grinning.
“You will be, sweetheart. I have no doubt.”
“Isabelle Adams, the most famous architect in Miami. I’m coming for your title, love.”
“I don’t doubt it for a second. I’ve always told you—you’ve got the gift.”
“We’ll be rivals. And I’m going to destroy you.” She kissed me, teasing. “In every possible way.”
“I like the sound of that.” I scooped her up in my arms, carrying her off to God knows where.
“I’m not gonna go easy on you, Colin Adams.”
“Who said I wanted you to?”