Chapter 39
The Bad Twin.
Isabel Reeds.
In a week's time, she said.
“Hello?” I pressed the phone against my ears and called softly, like my heart was yearning for his presence. “Dean?”
“Isabel.” His voice was firm and detached from the call that I couldn't help the little frown that came over my face.
I leaned into the wall of the backyard nervously after making sure that no one was around. Since this evening was going to be the engagement dinner, every single person had their hands on deck to make it a success— even if they secretly wondered why Natasha had to push it up to today.
“How are you doing, Dean?” I was picking the wall absentmindedly, waiting for the sound of his voice to wash into my ears.
“Good.” His tone was clipped. “Look, I'm in the research lab right now and my sub
