I text His Majesty as requested, letting him know I've received the phone, and then I sigh in annoyance as Kit sits down next to me. Caleb stands off to the side. "You know what would be nice? A pool that works," I murmur, looking at Fidel hoping he'll immediately try to make his daughter-in-law happy."It's winter, girl. You'd freeze to death," he exaggerates without giving my request a thought, "Greyhound is not Colombia.""Yeah, clearly... well, if you refuse to give me a pool maybe I could convince Liam to take me to some tropical island and start our new life there," I joke, but everyone gives me a dirty look, "Gee, I was just kidding. I'm a new person. And the new Isabella is funny.""You're not funny at all, try something else," Kit says, stealing a piece of my buttered toast. He's so annoying. I look at Caleb. For the first time, he doesn't look drunk in love with Kit. He looks annoyed, "You should eat something, bab...""I'm not hungry yet," he blurts out in a snappy tone, "
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