Davis' P.O.V.
"Iz, what gives? You knew I was coming home." I asked her as I sat on the couch. My leg was throbbing so bad as a consequence of walking on it before it was ready.
"Yeah, and?" She crossed her arms, sitting on the arm of the couch instead of the cushion.
"What's wrong? This isn't about that kid." I pointed towards the kitchen where that bastard had gone. I still have half a mind to punch him.
"Neal," she corrected me with a roll of her eyes. "Look, I just wanted to fool around. You're doing it, so why can't I?"
And there it is. Her excuse. That's not what's really wrong.
"I'm not fooling around Izzy. I love Lisa, a hell of a lot. It's been a very long time since I felt this way about someone. Since your mother, really. Your mom was everything to me, you know that. I
