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“Because you’re not a piece of shit?” she asks.
“Bingo.Now, you really, really have to finish this book so I can be selfish with you the rest of the week.” I chuckle, brushing my thumb over her cheek.
Scarlett lifts an eyebrow. “Selfish?”
I nod, our gazes locking. “I crave you, Scarlett.”
Her breath catches, and she bends down to kiss me. “I have to be dreaming.”
“You’re not. Now, get to work. No work, no play.” I waggle my brows at her as she bites on her lip. “Stop doing that.”
“Can’t.” Scarlett smirks.
I force myself to walk away before I lift her into my arms and carry her upstairs to the bedroom that overlooks the ocean.
CHAPTER 27
SCARLETT
The sound of waves crashing against the shore should be soothing, but all I can focus on is the cursor blinking on my laptop screen. It mocks me, reminding me I have so much more to write and a deadline that’s quickly approaching. I’m standing on a metaphorical train track, looking at the light at the end of the tunnel, except I’m not moving toward it; the thing is barreling straight at me.
I’m supposed to be writing.
But when I glance up, I can’t help but watch Ezra head toward the water, shirtless. His tattooed arm catches the sunlight, and I bite my lip as he dives into the waves.
“Focus, Scarlett,” I mutter to myself, forcing my eyes back to the screen.
Jordan stood at the edge of the cliff, wind whipping through his already messy hair. Helena had made her choice, and now he had to make his?—
My phone buzzes against the wooden deck table, interrupting my flow.
I ignore it.
Then it buzzes again.
And again.
“What’s so important?” I snatch it up, ready to silence it, but that’s when I notice the notifications from Instagram.
My stomach drops as I scroll. Most are from my author friends congratulating me, a few are from my agent, and one is from my editor with about fifteen exclamation points. Everyone seems ecstatic about this relationship and my new book, and truthfully, I am, too.
For once, I’m with someone who can navigate this public space better than me, someone who supports me being in the spotlight and isn’t jealous of it.
As I scroll my DMs, there’s a message from someone I haven’t seen in my inbox in over a year.
Jason Burkly. My ex.
My finger hovers over it and curiosity wins out. I tap the screen.
Jason
Hey. Saw the news. You look great, Scar. Hope you’ve been well.
I roll my eyes.
Another message pops up immediately.
Jason
