Chapter Ten

Scarlett’s POV

The question catches me off guard. My heart stumbles over itself. Someone. Images flash. Images of Killian I’d rather not picture in the current circumstances. Yet I can’t help it anyway, as the events of the afternoon play on like a broken record in my mind. My pulse spikes, and I quickly shake my head.

“No, Mom. Nothing like that.”

She chuckles softly. “If you say so.”

I sit with her a while longer, talking about little things. For a fleeting moment, ...