I start to retort but fall silent when I realize I don’t actually know how to come back from that one. How does he always manage to trap me so simply, so effortlessly?
“If there’s something you want from me, Camila… you’ll need to say so.”
“I don’t want anything from you,” I snap, just as Jo comes up between us.
“Where to next?” she asks before Isaak can respond.
He meets my gaze for a moment longer before looking away. It’s a good thing, too—another couple of seconds and his stare would have burned a hole in my face.
“Home, kiddo,” Isaak says, swallowing her hand in his.
She doesn’t so much as blink when he says that. Because now, for Jo, home is where Isaak is.
Where the hell does that leave me?
The atmosphere between us has been tense for days now, but it hits an all-time high a
