He's avoiding Jude

Isadora POV

Jude watched me almost curiously, no sign that someone had obviously used his forearm as a cutting board. I carefully unfastened his shirt, and Jude gave the slightest twitch but didn’t make a sound. “Not your first rodeo, hmm?” I needed to make light of the situation before my worry for my husband drove me into a panic attack. What if something happened to him? What would I do with two small children, a huge house, and a slightly twisted dog?

“It’s only a shallow cut. I’ll survive.”

I laughed but it sounded forced. Once the wound was freed from the confines of his shirt, Jude dropped the ruined garment on the floor. “I can handle this.” He took a first aid kit from a cupboard beneath the sink.

“Won’t you tell me what happened?”

He cleaned his wound but when I didn’t look away, he sighed. “I’m not sure you should know the details of my business.”

“I’m part of your life, so let me be a part of it.”

The hesitation remained in his eyes. He looked down to his wound and patched