*Isabella's POV*
"I'd love to," I replied, a slight blush creeping up my neck that I f*****g hated. It made me feel like a schoolgirl with a crush.
"Good," he said, a slow, satisfied smile spreading across his face. "Well, prepare yourself."
"For what?" I asked, my curiosity piqued.
"Pack a small bag. Maybe some warm clothes. We may be gone for the weekend," he said, his tone casual, as if he'd just suggested we grab a coffee.
"Oh, okay," I said, my mind racing. "You've got me intrigued now. Where are we going?" I asked, but he just gave me a knowing, infuriating smirk.
"It's a surprise," he replied.
I'm not a fan of surprises," I countered, my voice dropping to a whiny, pleading tone. "Damien," I begged, dragging his name out with a pout that would have worked on Jacob, but on him.
