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“The other was Chase Springfield.”
The muscle in my jaw tenses. “What more proof do you need than that?” My tone is dangerously low as my eyes drift between Alex and Ryan. “Theresa’s minion and her cousin were the two men who brutalized Isabelle during her arrest. Enrique said he learned of the plot to kidnap Isabelle from them, and that he only kept them alive because they had useful information on who framed Isabelle. I think it’s pretty obvious who set her up for murder.”
“Anything Enrique said to Isabelle is hearsay. It will never hold up in a courtroom—”
“I don’t give a fuck what will hold up in court. If you stopped wasting police resources pursuing a spiteful grudge against me, you wouldn’t need to worry abouthearsay. You could have squeezed the information directly from the source. Instead, you’re walking around with your head stuck up your ass because your ego got bruised by a womanwayout of your league to begin with.”
A narcissistic smirk curves on my lips when Alex steps closer to me. The veins in his neck protrude as his face reddens in anger. I sniff, purposely baiting him, hoping to force him to react to my taunt, so I can finally wipe the conceited expression right off his obnoxious face.
My gibe is working until Ryan steps between us. “You really think coming to blows will help Isabelle?”
Just hearing Isabelle’s name quells some of the fiery heat scorching my veins.
“You have a week. If you don’t arrest Theresa by then, I’ll take matters into my own hands,” I inform them, my tone relaying the truth in my statement. Any reply from Alex is cut off when I shoot him a wry look. “If I’m going to be accused of something, I may as well do it.”
With that, I spin on my heels and walk toward the living room, not bothering to show my guests the way out.
CHAPTER15
ISABELLE
“And how are the headaches?” Dr. Jae stores her portable blood pressure monitor back into her retro-looking hospital bag before shifting on her feet to face me.
I grimace. “I’ve been suffering from tired headaches the past few weeks, so I can’t determine whether these headaches are associated with the concussion or if they’re from the nightmares,” I whisper the last part, ashamed to admit I’m still being plagued by nightmares weeks after the ordeal at the Shroud farmhouse.
Dr. Jae’s eyes shimmer with concern. Her lips move, but no words escape her mouth. That may have more to do with Isaac’s impressive stature filling the doorway than a lack of words. His jaw is tense, and his fists are clenched at his side. He couldn’t be more riled up if he tried. I guess the remainder of his meeting followed the path it was on when I was there.
I was hoping Alex would have realized by now that Isaac isn’t the man his FBI file portrays him to be, but apparently, the truce was null and void the instant I was safely located. I was a coward when I fled the foyer at Isaac’s request, but I was embarrassed they heard me orgasm, so I took the opportunity to escape the awkward situation when it was presented.
Isaac’s stern eyes drift to Dr. Jae after running them over my face. “How is Isabelle?”
“She's well. Her blood pressure is a little high, and she's still suffering from headaches, but she's doing remarkably well for someone who suffered a stage three concussion.”
The tenseness in his jaw amplifies when she mentions I’m still suffering from headaches. “I’ll prescribe a sleeping pill to ensure the headaches are from a lack of sleep rather than the side effects of a concussion.” She licks her lips and coughs. “These… umm… tablets will make any birth control you may be taking ineffective.”
A smile tugs my lips higher, pleased at Dr. Jae’s attempts to maintain patient-doctor confidentiality. After scribbling a prescription on a pad in her bag, she hands it to Isaac, then drops her eyes to me. “I’ll come back tomorrow morning to check on you. Hopefully, with a decent sleep tonight, your headaches will lessen. If they don’t clear in a few days, I’ll order some additional tests at the hospital.”
“Okay, thank you.”
She glides her hand down my arm before moving to stand in front of Isaac. When his eyes lock with mine, wordlessly advising that he’ll return once he shows Dr. Jae out, I nod. While he does that, I scan the space. The room looks as it did before Alex’s team completed their search, except there are additional frames added to the collection on the mantelpiece.
My heart rate speeds up when my eyes zoom in on two very recent additions. I scurry off the couch to pick up the first photo. It’s a picture of Isaac and me dancing at the fundraising gala. Even with a large mask covering a majority of my face, I can still see the flushed expression impinging my cheeks, and my eyes are sparkling with lust. Isaac’s arms are wrapped around my waist, and his head buried in the crook of my neck as he kisses my collarbone. The second photo is of me sleeping. It appears to have been taken in Regan’s guest bedroom.
“How did you get this photo?” I ask when Isaac walks back into the room.
When his lips curve into a succulent smile, I grimace. “Please don’t tell me you had Hugo sneak in and take photos of me sleeping.”
The smile is wiped right off his face, so an angry snarl can take its place. “I took that photo,” he answers, removing the frame from my grasp.
My brows scrunch as I stare at him peculiarly. “We’ve never been together at Regan’s apartment.”
His seductive smirk returns full force as he winks.
“Isaac…”
“It’s not your turn to ask a question.”
I place my hands on my hips and glare at him. “Yes, it is.”
