Isabella ended the class with a call out to the ladies to give a round of appreciative applause for the volunteers. As everyone filed out, she started cleaning up the mats. Cam, Portia, and Gideon all stayed to help and as they stacked the mats, Portia was talking a mile a minute, but Cam was silent and standoffish.
“That was so cool. It wasn’t like when Dad’s team tried to teach me to box. It was things geared just for me. I didn’t get hurt once.”
“Good, from now on Isabella can take over your self-defense training.” Cam commented dryly.
Isabella kept her back to Cam not wanting him to see the expression on her face at his comment. He apparently didn’t mind a trained assassin teaching his kid tricks. It was a start at least.
“Would you Isabella?” Portia’s voice held out hope
“Of cour
