"Grayson!" Isabelle calls down the hallway. I stop and wait for her to catch up. "What was that back there?"

"That was me proving a point."

"And what point was that?"

"That you're still so concerned with Cam and his feelings. That you're terrified of letting anyone close. That I'm a nice distraction for you but not good enough for anything more. I don't know." I rub my hands over my face. "Take your pick."

"You're wrong," she ...