Scarlett POV
“Bullshit. What do you want, Gary?” I kept my distance, eyes locked on him, shoulders squared, even though my pulse was hammering in my throat.
Gary glanced around like we were old buddies catching up at a reunion. That sleazy half-smirk made my skin crawl. “Just thought we could reminisce a little. Catch up.”
“Reminisce? With you? f**k off.” I took another step back, glare sharp enough to cut glass.
He laughed low, as my attitude amused him. “What happened? Do divorce papers turn you into a declawed little kitten? You scared of me now?”
God, he was disgusting. That cocky tilt of his head, the way he ran his tongue over his teeth like he was tasting victory already. Part of me wanted to slap the smug right off his face, but I forced myself to stay cool. Being Mrs. Hale st
