“He’ll call you.”
I step down the stairs, and before I reach the car, her voice rings behind me.
“Senna?”
“Yes?”
I turn to her.
“Who are you?”
I smile.
“A friend.”
I wave them goodbye as I climb into my car, my eyes taking a snapshot of them, their image lodged in my memory.
13
SENNA
TEN DAYS LATER
“Senna?”
“Hmm?”
“Do you want me to publish it?”
Harper’s voice rings in my earpiece.
“No, no... I’ll do it,” I say.
I curl my fingers around the glass and bring the iced coffee to my lips.
I take a sip. She starts singing a carol.
“Are you serious?” I ask, setting the glass on the table.
She laughs, entertained.
A gust of wind tousles my hair. Running my fingers through my locks, I comb it all back. The temperature is mild, and it’s a pleasure to be outside.
I push my laptop to my knees and lean back in my chair, glancing at Jaden, who’s lounging not far from me.
His eyes roam over the pool.
“Perhaps you should take the week off. It’s Christmas, after all,” she says.
“Maybe you should mind your own business,” I mumble under my breath.
“You sound distracted,” she says, a smile tinging her voice.
“Mind your own business,” I say, stifling a chuckle.
Her laughter fills my ear.
“Is the hot pool boy there?”