ISABELLE
Did I feel sorry for Dave after everything I’d just heard? I couldn’t even say anymore. He cheated. So how was I ever supposed to trust him again?
And Matt. The thought of him looking at another woman the way he looked at me sent something sharp and irrational through my chest. Why did it bother me? With someone I barely knew? And the strangest part, a part of me genuinely didn’t want to let go. I had no idea if this was about revenge, desire, or some reckless mixture of both.
Matteo’s hand settled on my thigh. Warm, unhurried, and pulled me out of my thoughts.
“Care to share what’s going through your mind?”
“I need time,” I said quietly.
“Just when I thought we had addressed that.”
“Not that. Not me running away.” I shook my head. “I came here for revenge. And now I’m not
