Chapter 22

The ride home proved a blur, mostly because Isobel did it while sobbing, the pain of Christopher's rejection more than she could bear.

How could I have been so wrong?

She'd been so utterly certain of his love for her. Forsaken her family to be with him. Yet all he wanted was her body.

Not her heart.

Not a life, or a future.

Just sex.

I guess he is the Devil's son.

The knock on Isobel's window had her lifting her tear-stained face from the steering wheel. Without even realizing it, she'd made it home and parked.

Rolling down her steamy window - because tears rolled hot - she noted her mother waited by the door, empty-handed.

Where's the ice cream and chocolate when a girl needs some?

This day just kept piling on the disappointments. A sigh left her.

A huge, unladylike sniffle was all she could manage under her mother's stare. At any moment, she'd hear the dreaded, "I told you so."