“If you’re really that bored, I could sign you up for etiquette classes. My mom could take you to her luncheons with the other wives. You’d pick up some social skills.”
Isabella looked at him, unimpressed. “Have I ever embarrassed you at a party? Is my etiquette that bad? Am I terrible at making conversation?”
Ethan couldn’t argue. She was always perfect at those events.
He tried again. “Do you know how many women would love to have everything handed to them? Why can’t you be like them? Every time you say you’re bored, you just want to—”
“Whatever. Do what you want,” Ethan interrupted, already sensing they were about to start another endless argument. “It’s your life.”
He reached out, maybe to take her hand, but Isabella stepped away, giving him a cold stare. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“Jesse probably isn’t here yet. I just wanted to walk in with you. I’m not trying anything, so stop acting like I’m some creep. Even if you let me, I wouldn’t be interested.”
“I can walk just fine by myself,” Isabella said. “And trust me, it’s better that you’re not interested. I’d be worried if you were.”
That would make divorcing you a nightmare.
She gave him a sly look. “Besides, for someone as innocent as you, I doubt you’d even know how to take advantage.”
With that, Isabella headed inside the hotel without looking back.
Ethan glared at her retreating figure, his mood sinking. After a moment, he muttered, “I may not have done it, but I’m not clueless either.”


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