Natasha POV
“I don’t need nurse,” Isabella said to Drake as I walked into her room. As usual, he was pacing the floor in front of the window, running an impatient hand through his hair and over his face.
“Why are you being difficult. It’s just for a couple of days, Izzy. The doctor said he doesn’t want you home alone.” Drake lifted his head and saw me. “Would you talk some sense into her please?”
I strolled over to the bed and kissed Izzy’s cheek. “What have you got him all worked up about now?”
She glared at me. “He do to himself,” she groused. “I don’t want him caring for me. I do myself.”
While her face was red and her eyes were flashing, I had a distinct impression that anger wasn’t the underlying cause. “Okay, fill in the blanks for me. What’s going on?”
Drake dropped down in
