Isabel was still trying to understand why he had come.

She'd assumed Lena would take her to the appointment alone, she hadn't expected anything different, Isaac was a busy man. He ran empires, sat in boardrooms, moved money like most people moved clothes yet there he was, sitting across from her in the small, spotless waiting room of a private clinic, legs crossed, hands folded neatly in his lap.

He hadn't spoken since he arrived or even a glance in her direction. Still, she could ...