He hesitated before continuing. “So I had someone follow her—just to make sure she was okay.”
I didn’t interrupt him.
“She went to a school first,” he said, “then later, to a hospital. And that’s where Hank—the guy trailing her—spotted Isabelle. She walked into the same hospital with a bouquet in hand.”
A bouquet?
“She didn’t stay long,” Bassy added. “But when she came out… she looked pissed. Really pissed.”
My fingers curled into fists.
Isabelle never did anything without a motive. If she was in Sedona—if she was near Amara—then something was coming. And it wasn’t going to be good.
I slammed my hand on the desk in frustration. I don’t like this. I don’t f*****g like this. It felt like everything was piling up on me—business matters that wouldn’t leave me alone, trying to win Amara
