Scarlett POV
Allen was twenty—a grown-ass man. I wasn’t about to hover over every crush he had and run back to Denise with a full report. Who he wanted to chase was his business.
He’d specifically told me not to breathe a word to his mom, and honestly? That worked for me—one less headache.
Still, after the last few days, I was regretting ever agreeing to be his wingman.
The kid had no chill.
He hounded me nonstop—what girls liked, how to read the little tells, the quiet stuff most guys missed.
I answered every question, even the ones that made my wolf shift uncomfortably under my skin.
I knew that mouth of his.
One wrong c***k and he’d send any girl running for the hills.
So I drilled it into him: keep it sweet. Soften the edges.
He just looked at me as if I’d grown a secon
