Scarlett POV
The unknown number lit up my screen, and I almost let it go to voicemail. My thumb slipped.
Damn it.
“Scarlett,” Regina’s voice cracked on the other end, high and shaky like she’d just seen a ghost. “Jaxen showed up at the old house tonight.”
I closed my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose. Of course he did.
That man moved like smoke, quiet until he was right on top of you.
Even the sound of his name still carried that faint trace of cedar and rain-soaked earth I could never quite scrub out of my memory.
“What did he want?” I asked, already tired.
“He told me, straight-up warned me, not to set you up with anyone. Not Jimmy, not anybody.”
I let out a short, humorless laugh. “You’re kidding.”
“Do I sound like I’m kidding? I’m not young anymore, Scarlett. I can’t
