Speaking of the devil…
Why does he want to come over?
Seeing me glued to my phone, Dahlia drifts to my side like a nosy spirit. She catches Greg's text before I can even flip the phone face-down.
"Some privacy, please!" I half-yelp, hugging the phone to my chest.
My heart is hammering like I've been caught sexting instead of… reading a seven-word message.
Dahlia only chuckles, zero remorse, maximum mischief.
Why am I suddenly so nervous about a simple text? What if he does come? What then? Yes, technically, we're married. Also technically, we're business partners. So it's perfectly normal for us to meet and talk.
…Right?
God, it must be Dahlia's nonsense earlier infecting my brain. I shouldn't be thinking about anything except how to fix the mess I'm drowning in.
"You're overthinking just because of a one-liner text?" Dahlia smirks like she's already won a bet I don't remember agreeing to.
