Chapter 772


    Chapter 772


    "We have a hit. I''m heading over as we speak."


    James had managed to track down the goons, but they were out of town so he needed to head over to


    confirm right away.


    He was already on his way, but he decided he should give Isaac a head''s up.


    "Good," Isaac replied. "Contact me when you have something."


    "Sure."


    With that, Isaac hung up and turned around, only to see that Irene was gone from their table.


    His heart skipped a beat—the unending list of trouble that urred to her was almost freakish, leading


    to his mind always jumping to the worst-case scenario.


    He looked around frantically, but he eventually found her carrying a paper bag.


    He frowned and strode over to her. "Where did you go?"


    Irene held up the paper bag to show him. "I bought you donuts. There''s nothing else avable this


    late."


    As Isaac stared at her in silence, Irene presumed that he disliked it too. "Everyone likes snacks, but if


    you don''t want it, we can just head home and ask Mrs. Watson to cook you something—"


    "No," Isaac said, cutting her short. "You weren''t there when I turned around."


    Irene smiled. "What, can''t live without me for one second?" Isaac put his arms around her, half-joking


    and half-serious as he growled with unreasonable affection, "Yeah. Don''t you leave my sight for an


    instant."


    Irene looked up. From her position, it was a direct view of his long neck and that alluring Adam''s apple


    of his, as well as his masculine hormonal scent.


    "You could be my bodyguard and follow me around every day," she cooed in his arms.


    Isaac chuckled. "What, do I get paid?"


    "Sure," Irene replied unapologetically, and put the donuts on the table. "Come here, sit—I know you


    don''t like the grease on grilled skewers, but bear with it for today. I won''t make you eat at stalls from


    now on."


    "It''s alright. I can do this on asion, but not all the time." Isaac certainly was not ustomed to this,


    but Irene was considerate of his tastes and bought him donuts, since he did not like the charred taste


    of grilled food.


    He did not mind eating what she liked, but that sort of food was unhealthy, and they should therefore try


    to limit how much they eat that.


    Irene nodded. "Okay."


    On the way home after supper, Irene was holding Tommy but keeping him at arm''s reach, worried that


    the smoky scent on her clothes wouldtch on to him.


    With the condiments heavily applied to grilled food, the scent tended to linger.


    Leaning toward Isaac, she asked, "Do I stink?"


    Isaac turned on the ignition. "Nope."


    Irene doubted him, and so leaned closer so that he could smell it, while trying to get him to admit it.


    "Really?"


    Isaac held her gaze then. "What, do you want proof?"


    “What proof—"


    He kissed her lips before she could finish, leaving her speechless.


    "Is this proof enough?" He grinned meaningfully.


    Irene shoved him in her embarrassment while Isaac leaned forward again, "Need more proof ???''''


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    Irene almost snapped at him, but instead straightened herself and said, "Eyes on the road."


    Isaac drove off then. Irene''s phone suddenly jingled with a text message notification. She took it out


    and tapped on it.


    [Let''s meet at Blue Sky Cafe tomorrow.]


    Irene read the text, and was perplexed to see that it was from an unfamiliar number.


    "What is it?" Isaac asked.


    "I got a text from a number I don''t recognize," she replied. "It''s asking to meet."


    "Then don''t go," Isaac told her, when her phone jingled again!