into the booth.
Her sisters exchanged a glance, doing that mental communication thing she had never been able to pick up before Lisa leaned forward, her voice low, “Why not? You’ve been together for months now. How in all that time have you not jumped his bones?”
Isabel threw her hands up. “It’s not from lack of trying. At first, I thought he was just trying to be a gentleman so I didn’t bring it up. But last night, I decided to make a move and just when things started to get hot and heavy all of a sudden he stopped.”
“Are you sure he’s not.” Belinda gave her a knowing look that Isabel knew all too well.
“No.” She shook her head. “He is not gay.”
“How do you know? Did he seem, you know, interested?” Belinda tried to keep the smile off her face as she popped her pointer finger up.
Blushing furiously, Isabel ducked her head down. “No. He seemed interested enough.”
Dropping her hand, her sister shrugged. “Well then, maybe he was tired or he wants to wait until marriage. Have you asked him?”
“Yes,” she cried out louder than she meant, attracting the eyes of the rest of the diner. Looking back at her sisters, she lowered her voice, “I mean yes, I asked him about it.”
“And?” Lisa prodded.
“He said it's pack business.”
Lisa leaned back her face twisted in confusion. “Pack business? What does your sex life have to do with pack business?”
“Hell if I know. He said something about securing his place in the pack and told me not to worry about it. When I tried to get him to tell me anymore he kept deflecting, treating me like a child who was in over her head.”
“Didn’t you have the same problem with Jason?” Belinda frowned.
Isabel glared at her sister. It was not like Jason at all. He wanted her barefoot and pregnant taking care of the children while he had a career. Vincent loved her for her independence. But it didn’t make a difference if he didn’t trust her. How could they be together if they couldn’t trust each other?
Lisa smacked Belinda on the arm. “Don’t compare him to that buffoon. That guy only knows how to do one thing and that’s stick his big foot in his big mouth.” She paused and then smirked. “Well, two things.”
Her sisters broke out into a fit of laughter. She would think she would have learned by now not to confide in her sisters when it came to her sex life. They were worse than a bunch of gossiping grannies when it should be a serious matter.
“It’s not funny.”
“Of course, it’s not, Isabel.” Belinda wiped a tear from her face. “But what do you want us to do? We can’t read Vincent’s mind. From what you’ve said and what I’ve seen of your man, he could very well be planning on marrying you or joining the circus.” Her lips quirked up at the last bit. “Let’s just hope he is planning the former and not the latter. If you want a straight answer you’ll just have to poke around on your own or put your big girl panties on and insist he tell you.”
Neither one of those options were appealing to her. She had hoped coming to them, they would have thought of something else that didn’t include a confrontation or her breaking what little trust Vincent had in her. His money he trusted her with, but apparently there wasn’t much else.
Standing from the table, Isabel turned toward the door. “Well, thanks for nothing. I’ll see you two later.”
“Oh come on, Isabel. Stay and chat with us.” Belinda held her hand out to her, trying to get her to sit back down.
“I really can’t.” She shook her head. “I have a lot of work I need to get done, and I suppose a decision to make.”
Her sisters gave her matching supportive grins and wished her luck, making her promise to let them know how it all turned out. She would have liked to know how it would turn out as well. That was until she walked out of the diner and right into the last man she wanted to see.
Chapter 7
Jason
“I don’t have time