Cam watched through narrowed eyes as Gideon took Casper from Isabella and moved to sit at the bottom of the stairs.
During dinner she had agreed to go home with Cam, and they’d stopped to grab Casper along the way. The dog had been delighted to see Gideon and he had gone back between Isabella, Gideon, and Portia in the back of the limo excitedly.
Cam had made it clear he was ready to throttle Isabella for not making him more prepared for the events of the evening. Her mother had been relentless in her interrogation of him before, during and after dinner. Her family, thrilled at the notion someone other than them were being tortured, had frequently thrown him under the bus.
They circled each other on a sparring mat in the basement gym, which Isabella admitted, was not the direction she h
