Chapter 142

Zira stood in the doorway of the bedroom with her jaw on the floor. Isaiah had bulked up nicely since the last time she truly saw him. She could actually see all the training the boys were talking about all over his body.

Isaiah was leaning with his back against the doorway, wearing a pale gray dress shirt that was unbuttoned. The light from outside shimmered off his rock-hard abs and his mesmerizing V-shape disappeared into his black slacks. The dress shirt stretched tightly over his shoulders and arms, showing off the definition of his upper arm muscles.

She could clearly imagine the pleasure she would feel peeling off his clothes to reveal more of himself to her. Running her hands over his chest and arms, committing every feeling to memory.

Goddess, it has been too long, she thought.

His usual dark curls were pulled back into a small ponytail with the sides faded down. He let his beard grow in, which made him look even more rugged and handsome. Sta