Scarlett POV
I’d barely kicked the door shut behind me when my phone buzzed on the counter. One unread text from an unknown number.
Have you run into Jaxen yet?
I froze, thumb hovering.
Only one pain-in-the-ass would ask something that specific.
Gary Hirsch. The guy had called once before, then slid into my iMessages with a friend request I’d meant to block and forgotten.
Classic idle rich prick behavior.
I didn’t bother replying. Just tapped into the chat to block him.
Before I could finish, another text popped up.
Are you still at that hotel that did the dinner thing?
None of his damn business. What, was he stalking my calendar now?
Halfway through blocking, the third one hit.
Scott told me you had to bail early.
A sharp, bitter laugh escaped me.
This guy was out here
