But having her luggage stolen mere minutes after landing in Atlanta was worse than a rude awakening. She was stuck at the airport, with her mobile phone and ten dollars the only things she had left. She was hoping calling her best friend would improve her mood. “You’re doing what?” Chloe’s voice was almost a whisper, such was her disbelief. Or maybe the phone line was bad, Isabelle hoped. “It’s not like I have a choice,” Isabelle argued weakly. “Do you think I’m enjoying this, Chloe? Jamie arranged for Harper to come pick me up. I couldn’t exactly say I don’t want to go with him, it would’ve been strange and ungrateful.” Jamie was Isabelle’s boyfriend and Harper was his older brother. “Do I have to remind you that you seem to be a bit confused about Harper lately? I’m even suspecting that you escaped to Paris to get away from the brothers so you could clear your head.”
