Isabella
By the time Saturday morning arrived, I had every intention of spending it exactly the way I'd spent most weekends since coming home.
Curled up somewhere quiet, reading, avoiding people, and pretending that counted as a productive day.
Unfortunately for me, my father had other plans.
"No." I looked up from my book just as Alex leaned against the sitting room doorway with his arms folded.
"I haven't even asked the question yet."
"You don't have to."
"I do."
"You really don't."
"We're going into town." A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
"I'm busy."
"Clearly." He glanced meaningfully at the closed book resting upside down on my lap.
"I was reading."
"You were staring at the same page for ten minutes."
"I was…” I trailed off, thinking of something to say, but th
