Scarlett POV
Christmas night, I basically just lived on that mattress.
One long blur of half-sleep, and suddenly it was New Year’s Day.
Not a natural wake-up.
My phone started blasting.
I stretched hard, spine popping, and squinted at the screen.
Gary Hirsch.
I hesitated.
I’d already sent the money back last night.
What did he want now?
The ringing died.
Two seconds later it started up again. Still him.
Jesus Christ. Does this guy ever stop?
First day of the year and he’s already determined to be a pain in my ass.
I answered, voice flat and irritated. “Are you bored or just looking for new ways to piss me off?”
“I’m downstairs. Can you come down for a minute?”
He sounded almost sheepish.
Of course he was.
Somehow these men always found my door no matter where I move
