Isaac should have known that he couldnât avoid Sybil forever. Heâd try to keep himself professional, making sure he didnât overstep boundaries and gave her and himself the space they needed after the engagement - but Washington was a small city. Not too small, but every now and then they ran into each other. Said an awkward hello, kept going. Made an excuse to that one of them had to be somewhere even if it was a Saturday. And here he was again. In the same situation. He was standing, stirring some sugar into his coffee when he saw her fiery red locks slide up beside him. He could have just... not said anything. But his mouth quickly decided to do the talking for him. âMs. Buchanan,â he said, nodding gently in her direction. âHow are you today?â
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