After Dave left, Wyatt and Isabella sat in silence, both in deep thought. Isabella had a ton of questions she wanted to ask but feared the answers. She tried to come up with reasons why she should trust Wyatt. He hadn't lied to her about being a cop. He just hadn't told her. And she hadn't asked about his past. He didn't know everything about her past. Neither knew each other well.
She lowered her head, studying her hands while she thought. She chanced a peek at him. He had moved to the desk, and she heard the clicking of keys on his laptop. He stopped to look back at her. Neither said anything for a moment or two.
Finally, Isabella got up the needed courage. "Wyatt, I need some answers."
He looked at the laptop, then back at her. "I'm sure you do, and I'll be glad to give them to you but first I need to finish what I'm working on. Then we'll talk. I'll just be a few minutes."
She waited patiently, pacing in front of the couch, similar to Wyatt's actions.