Jaxen POV
The phone buzzed on my desk at nine forty, and I looked at the screen the way you look at a lottery ticket you already know you lost.
Wife.
I let it ring twice before I picked up. Two rings.
Four rings say I've been staring at my phone all night.
Two rings say I'm a busy man who noticed.
Which was a lie.
It had been lying face-up on the desk since 7, beside a file I had paused reading an hour earlier.
Because Scarlett doesn't call me.
A call from her meant either something had gone badly wrong or she'd finally told me off properly, where she could hear me flinch.
I was hoping for the second one.
God help me, I was hoping for the second one.
"Scarlett."
Here's the thing nobody warns you about: loving a woman who can't stand the sight of you- you get good at running
