The house had settled into its usual quiet. The twins were tucked into bed, their laughter now a memory humming faintly through the halls. Isabelle stood by the kitchen sink, sipping a glass of water, lost in her thoughts.
She heard him before she saw him—bare feet on hardwood, the faint rustle of a shirt sleeve. He was reaching into the fridge for a bottle of water when she turned.
“You’ve been quiet since I got back,” she said.
Sebastian didn’t look at her right away. “Just tired.”
Isabelle folded her arms. “Don’t insult me.”
That got his attention. He turned to face her fully, one brow arched. “What do you want me to say, Isabelle?”
“I want you to stop acting like a child,” she snapped. “You’ve been giving me the silent treatment since Marcus dropped me off.”
He leaned against th
