Vivienne's lips quirked as she glanced at the all-too-familiar phone number.

With a dismissive eye-roll, she tapped out a quick retort. "Lunatic, much?"

After hitting send, she made quick work of deleting and blocking the number.

Out of sight, out of mind.

Marek had the audacity to order her to accompany him to an auction, his tone as grating as nails on a chalkboard.

Just as she was about to tuck her phone away, another message caught her eye.

She ...