Scarlett POV
I pushed through the front door, Gary Hirsch’s face still stuck in my head on a loop.
The entire night felt off- him “walking” Tank for hours, insisting on driving me home, that soft “sweet dreams” as I got out.
Any of those things could’ve been normal.
Put together? It gave me the damned creeps.
I hadn’t even kicked off my shoes before Delaney came flying around the corner like a bloodhound on a steak.
She circled me twice, then leaned in close, nose twitching as she sniffed near my shoulder.
Her eyes narrowed as if I were on trial.
“Why do you smell like men’s cologne?”
“I sprayed nothing.” I lifted my sleeve and sniffed.
“Where’d you pick that up?” Her grin turned wicked, the classic “spill it” look.
“Who’s the guy? You got a date going on? Talk.”
“I busted
