Izzy did believe that. She thought working and making money was more important to him than anything, even her, and as much as it hurt her to think it, she figure that was how he intended to spend their vacation.
Besides, Brooke was practically a sister to her and maybe, just maybe, the holidays would be easier for her this year if she could get out of the house, away from memories she didn't want to think about.
She muttered something that sounded like "I don't care" at Ben's comment, still feeling mopey, even though she was happy he'd come. He was late, and she'd begun to think he wasn't going to show.
The moment his arm wrapped around her, she turned toward him, not saying anything, but pressing her face into his shirt, her smaller arms slipping around him.
They couldn't fight if they didn't talk, right? Maybe if she could just lie here and let him hold her, everything would be okay.