Every inch of lost respect I had for this man cut into my tone. Agent Avery cleared his throat on the other end, and I pictured wrapping my hands around that throat and fucking shaking it until I shook out the apology he owed his daughter.
He owed her a lot more than that.
Fucking acknowledgement that he’d failed her would be swell.
God, I hated him. I fucking hated him so quickly, my head spun with the fast-acting loathing.
We hung up shortly after, but not soon enough. He was clearly put off by my tone but didn’t call me out on it. I went to the bathroom and by the time I came back, Scarlett was sitting up, sleepy-eyed and stunning in my bed.
She stretched her arms high above her head as she watched me come back into the room, a wrinkled amusement stringing along her eyebrows.
She was glowing too.
How the fuck was she glowing after last night?
I didn’t say anything and neither did she. She had the smallest smile curved along her mouth, and it was taking the strength of ten men to hold me back from sliding back into bed with her and kissing that smile until it was parted by a moan.
God, I was fucked in the head. So beyond fucked in the head.
Scarlett might have known my reckless thoughts and that’s why she was smiling the way she was. She didn’t say anything if she did know.
All she did was say,
“Wanna get some breakfast?”