He was still deep in thought when Isabelle came back from her meeting with the surgeon.
“Good news—” She stopped at the look on his face. “What happened?”
“Two things. One, I love you. So actually it’s three things.”
Smiling, she sat on the edge of his bed. “I never get tired of hearing that. I love you too. But what are things two and three?”
“Two, I made a deal with Drew.”
“Oh. Because he was trying to shoot you? Because that’s a terrible reason—”
“No. It wasn’t him shooting. He knew nothing about it.”
“You’re sure?” She twined her fingers through those on his uninjured hand. “You believe him?”
“I know when he’s lying, so yes. And he held up his end of the deal. He told me about my parents.”
Shock rippled across her face. “I thought you didn’t want to know about them.”
“Now I d
