Chapter 13

SAM'S POV

Isabella’s voice slid through the phone like silk. “Sam,” she said, drawing out my name as if she’d been waiting for me.

I wasn’t in the mood for games. “I thought you took care of it,” I snapped, frustration bleeding through my tone.

She let out a soft laugh, the kind that said she wasn’t bothered by my temper. “Oh, come on. You know things like this don’t happen overnight.”

“I’m done with excuses, Isabella,” I growled. “I need it finished.”

There was a pause, then her voice softened, turning into something almost sweet. “You need to relax, Sam. Why don’t we have dinner tonight? Just the two of us.”

I rolled my eyes, gripping the phone tighter. This was typical Isabella—mixing business with her own agenda. “No.”

Her laugh was light, but I could hear the annoyance beneath it. “You’re so predictable.”

I was about to hang up when her voice shifted, casual but with a sharp edge. “By the way, I ran into Nora today.”

My heart kicked in my chest, but I kept my ton