**Isa

I shook my head. “I’m not going to run away anymore, I promise.”

Callan looked up at me doubtfully. “I’m sorry to say this, but I have a hard time believing that since you tend to change your mind a lot.”

I walked around the front of the dining room chair and settled myself in his lap. He rested his hand gently on my thigh and looked up at me.

“I mean it this time,” I said. ...