CHAPTER THIRTEEN
DISTRACTIONS
ISABELLA
Three days. Three full days of laughter, sunburn, late nights, and absolutely no complications. It almost felt unreal. Like I had imagined everything before. Like the tension, the confusion, the… pull… had belonged to a different version of me.
This version? She was fine. More than fine. She was thriving.
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“Walk faster.”
“I am walking fast.”
“You’re dragging.”
“I’m not dragging, I’m pacing myself.”
“You’re being dramatic.” I sighed as Camille grabbed my wrist and pulled me forward through the crowded street.
“This is what you call fun?” I asked. “Being kidnapped in broad daylight?”
“Yes,” she said easily. “And you should be grateful.”
“For what?”
“For me.”
I rolled my eyes. “Of course.” We had driven into town early that morning, Camil
