Isabel blinked up at him, stunned. "You want me to come with you?"

Isaac didn’t hesitate. "Lena, get her ready," he said, already walking toward the hallway. "We leave tomorrow."

Before she could respond, he turned back and pressed a kiss to her forehead. It was brief, but it left her warm all over. Her mouth parted slightly, but no words came out.

Once he was gone, Isabel slowly turned toward Lena, who looked just as surprised.

She cleared her throat and scratched the back of ...