Isabelle had not slept a wink that night. She tossed and turned, thinking about everything that was happening until she saw how light is was outside her window. She did not know what time the men were going back to New York so she got up and put on a robe to check downstairs. It was light outside but she figured it was still too early for anybody to be up.
The thought that they were going back made Isabelle miss her friends from the club. She suddenly felt too claustrophobic with everything especially with what Delnard had told her last night. It sounded like an ultimatum but somehow, she knew it was not. He just wanted the truth from her and right now, Isabelle was still unwilling to face the truth.
She sighed as she tied the robe securely before opening the door to the guest bedroom so
