Wyatt sat down on the bed across from Isabella, his face drawn tight, his eyes glittering with anger.

"You have to be honest with me. You need to give me some reason why I should believe anything you say. Why should I trust you or believe you?" he said, as though talking to a small child, firm but gentle.

When he released a long, deep pent-up sigh Isabella realized his waning patience. He didn't appear to be the sort of man to play games. Good thing!

When he ...