Chapter Six
Jay walked up to Izzy’s condo with his brother and rang the doorbell.
Izzy opened the door and, no surprise to him, looked absolutely stunning. “Hi.”
“Good morning, gorgeous.” I get to spend time with this angel. God, I’m a lucky man.
“You look like you’re ready for the runway, Izzy,” Clay said. “And I’m not talking about the jet. I’m talking about for a fashion show.”
She looked down at her outfit. “I’m just wearing a pair of slacks and a blouse.”
Clay smiled. “But no one wears them like you do.”
She returned his smile, and her eyes brightened.
“Clay’s right. You look beautiful.” He put his arm around her. “Where’s your luggage, Izzy?”
“In my bedroom,” she said. “Follow me.”
They walked into her loft, which was in a building that had been a factory decades ago.
He couldn’t get over how nice her place was, a perfect blend of modern and traditional style, with colorful accents that added just the right feminine touches.
“This is amazing,” Clay said.
“I had no idea this place even existed,” he added. “And it’s only three blocks from GWI’s offices.”
“Thank you, guys. Gabby and I had such a good time redoing this loft. She has such good taste. I can’t wait for you to meet her. Do we have time for me to give you a tour?”
He grinned, loving how enthusiastic she was. “The pilot is on standby as long as we need. There is no set time we have to be at the airport. So, please, I want to see everything.”
She led them into the kitchen area. “You should have seen this when I bought it. The bones were good, but it was not designed for a loft. Gabby and I came in and literally built this kitchen by ourselves.”
“Wow. Could Jay and I hire you?” Clay asked.
She shook her head. “Never again, but I am very proud of what we accomplished.”
The kitchen was updated with dark wooden cabinets and light brown granite countertops. The appliances were stainless steel. Unlike his and Clay’s ultra-modern kitchen in their penthouse, this had a warm, tempting vibe that invited visitors to gather.
“When I saw these bricks,” she ran her delicate hand down the wall, “I knew I had to have this place. Plus, it’s within walking distance to everything happening in downtown. And what about this amazing view I have?”
He and Clay turned to the floor-to-ceiling windows that looked out onto one of the downtown parks, with the city skyline in the background.
“That’s a million-dollar view, Izzy,” he said.
“I think so, but thank God I didn’t pay near that for this place. I was still working on my graduate degree when I bought the loft. It was a stretch, but because it was just a shell, the price was right. I think Gabby and I did good, don’t you?”
“You did great, Izzy. This place…is incredible.” Like you.
“Look, Jay. She can see where we live from here.”
“I can? Where?”
Clay put his arm around her shoulders and pointed. “That’s our building.”
“The Museum Tower?” Her eyes widened. “What floor do you live on?”
“Top floor,” his brother told her.