Isabel blinked into the morning light, she stretched slowly, a soft smile brushing her lips. The bed was empty beside her. She reached across the mattress, touching the cool fabric where Isaac should have been. Her smile grew slightly, and she rolled over onto her back, her fingers lazily brushing her stomach.

She got up, yawning, and padded to the bathroom. She peeked inside, glanced at the counter, then stepped out again, tying her robe tighter around her waist. Her feet carried her down the ...