Isaac's arm was still around her waist, his breath warm against the back of her neck.

Isabel turned in his hold, slowly twisting until she was facing him. Her fingers pressed softly against his chest, her eyes searching his face in the dark.

"So..." she mumbled, her voice small and a little sleepy, "where exactly were you?"

His eyes blinked open slowly in the dim light. He stared at her, his hand brushing down her spine.

"Work," he said after a moment. "I had a lot to catch up on."

She ...