Isaac leaned against the fence, smirking as she paced in front of him.

“I don’t get you,” she huffed.

He shrugged. “I get that a lot.”

“You act like you don’t care, but then you do something nice. It’s confusing.”

Isaac stepped closer. “Maybe I like keeping you on your toes.”

She crossed her arms. “Or maybe you’re scared of letting people in.”

For a second, something unreadable flickered in his eyes. Then, the smirk returned. “Deep analysis, Doc. Should I take notes?”

She rolled her eyes and walked off. Isaac watched her go, his grin faltering—just a little.