"Oh," Lisa said, and no other words would follow it, no matter how hard she tried. What kind of work would he have in Cyprus? But it did sound like Isaac, to pick up and go unexpectedly, probably for something rather exciting.
She wasn't going to ask when he was coming back. The question came to the tip of her tongue, but she was not that needy.
Lisa nodded. "Thousands of them, and not all mine. I'm so bloody sick of thinking about that game." She chuckled, though she still felt a little off-kilter. Why was she so fucking bothered knowing that Isaac wasn't in the country? She held up a picture. "Why the fuck would anyone want a picture of the back of this bloke's head?"