Cruz told Isabel when they were alone in the Falcon Ranch living room, sitting in cowhide chairs facing the Mexican tiled fireplace. Poppi and Reyna had stayed up for a while, but, looking as exhausted as she felt, they’d both excused themselves and gone to bed. Which is what she should be doing right now. Only, Isabel didn’t want to be alone just yet. “Are you okay? Did you hear me?” Cruz asked, his tone concerned. She narrowed her gaze on him. Somehow, she kept her voice even. “No, I’m not okay, Cruz, and, yes, I heard you…I just don’t believe you.” “Izzy!” “I told you never to call me that again!” Izzy had been his special nickname for her, and she’d forbidden him to use it after he’d betrayed her. “Don’t look so damn offended. I haven’t forgotten that you sided with Poppi when I was pregnant, or that you spent years trying to convince me that I should apply for full custody and withhold parental rights from Micah.
