Scarlett POV
We ditched that disaster of a restaurant and found a new spot a couple of blocks away.
The second I sank into the booth, the sticky, berry-sweet mess from Liliana’s little stunt felt less like a full-body humiliation and more like a poor memory.
I flipped open the menu, mouth already watering at the smell of seared steak and garlic butter drifting from the kitchen, when my phone started buzzing on the table.
Gary Hirsch flashed across the screen.
My finger hovered over the answer button.
Pick up? Or let it ring?
The ringing kept going. Delaney shoved a piece of warm bread into her mouth and raised an eyebrow.
“Are you going to ignore that forever? Just decline it.”
Easy for her to say. My brain was spinning in circles; he stopped Liliana from slapping the s**t ou
