Scarlett POV
A few thin rays of sunlight slipped through the curtains. I was already awake.
I dressed, grabbed my bag, and headed for the door.
Normally Delaney would be coming out of the spare room around this time.
Instead, she stood at the front door, still in yesterday’s clothes.
I stopped.
“You didn’t come home last night.”
Delaney gave me a small, awkward smile.
“Where was that group Winston Jackson put together?”
Her fingers tightened on the doorknob.
“Um…”
I frowned. Delaney wasn’t usually this bad at lying.
She opened the door but didn’t leave.
“You should go to work. I’ll tell you when you get back.”
I stopped halfway through the doorway.
“What are you talking about?”
She didn’t answer. I looked at her and smelled it.
Alcohol. Not faint. Strong enou
