Isabella’s eyebrows shot up, a hint of surprise crossing her features. “Are you sure about that?” she asked, hesitating. “I don’t want to disturb you or… be in the way.”
He chuckled, the sound deep and warm as he shook his head. “Disturb me?” he repeated as if the thought was absurd. “I’d like to see you try.” There was a playful edge to his words, as though he were inviting her into his world, but only if she dared to step in. “Come on,” he coaxed, flashing her a roguish smile. “Eat and get dressed. We’ll leave in half an hour.”
Isabella was still caught off guard by his sudden invitation, her mind racing. She had never accompanied him to his meetings before, especially not when it involved his business dealings, the parts of his life he kept carefully separated from her. Yet there was
