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She already knows I’m upset with her.
She doesn’t think these guys have real feelings for her, but they do.
They must, if they want her as their mate.
Trust Scarlett not to notice when men are falling at her feet.
I pick up her phone and open a text message to my number.
Suddenly, I know what I need to do.
It’s going to hurt, but I can’t leave without telling Scarlett’s neighbors’ they haven’t been talking to her at all these last few days.
She isn’t interested in them. I can’t let them think that she might be.
Some tiny part of me feels hopeful that they might be interested in me, but I brush that part away quickly. It’s wishful thinking, and it isn’t going to help me get through this mess.
Once the phone is halfway charged, I put it in my purse and take it downstairs with me.
The kitchen’s empty, but the door to the backyard is open, as usual.
It’s a little after ten when I find out buttered toast is the best breakfast I’m going to find in this party girl central kitchen. The fridge is full of dubious looking takeout containers and mixers for drinks, and the cupboards are mostly filled with chips and bottles of alcohol.
The milk has gone bad, so I guess I’ll be having my coffee black.
I make it while I wait for my toast to pop up, and Karma steps in from the back porch a second later.
“Well, well, look who decided to drag herself out of her bedroom,” Karma mutters.
I roll my eyes. “I was hyper-focused on work yesterday.”
She snorts. “If you say so. You owe me for dinner last night. Erin and Cleo are working a ton of night shifts so we’re on our own the rest of the week. Leftovers are in the fridge.”
“How much?” I ask, ready to grab it out of Scarlett’s purse.
“It’s fine,” she says. “You can pay for us both tonight.”
“I’ll be out tonight.”
“Since when?” She looks me over suspiciously.
I might be ready to go next door and tell them who I really am, but I don’t want to tell Karma the same thing. Knowing how overly dramatic she can be, it’ll only make getting out of here a much bigger task. Plus, I hate that she calls me Saffron, and I would bet my last dollar she’s bitchy enough to do that to my face, even if I ask her not to. Maybe especially if I ask her not to.
“Since this morning. I have a meeting in the city. I won’t be back soon.”
“A meeting, hm?” she raises an eyebrow. “Lead singer, or drummer?”
Oh my God. I do not need to know this much about Scarlett.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” I tease, somehow pulling it off.
Karma sighs. “Fine. Keep it to yourself. You know you’ll spill the tea the next time we have a girly night in. Venmo me ten bucks, for last night.”
Right. I nod. “I’m on it.”
She shakes her head as she leaves the room, heading out into the hall.
I hear her trudging up the stairs, so I guess she’s not working today.
