Isabella grabbed her phone from where she had thrown it onto the sofa earlier and then groaned. She muttered an expletive forcing Cam to lift his eyebrows and she looked at him.
“Evgeni or Portia?”
“Both but worse, there are six missed calls from my mother.” She sighed as if it bothered her more than the calls from the others. “I need to call her back.” She grimaced as he sat down near her on the sofa, and she held her fingers to her lips.
She called her mother’s line and the woman answered on the first ring, “Isabella?”
“Mama,” she answered.
Immediately her mother went off in a string of Spanish making Cam sit up straight and take notice. He grinned broadly, letting Isabella know he not only heard, but he also clearly understood every single word coming from her mouth. Her mother was
