CALHOUN’S POV.
The moment the phone buzzed in my hand, something in me stilled.
I dont like unknown numbers.
I don't like surprises.
And I especially don't like anything that had the potential to touch what was already mine.
My thumb hovered over the screen for a second before I finally opened the message.
“It’s Jeremy. Meet me tonight. We need to make a deal.”
My jaw tightened instantly.
Jeremy.
Even seeing his name was enough to drag back the image I had been trying—failing—to bury since last night.
His hands on her.
His lips on her.
The fact she hadn’t pushed him away.
I exhaled slowly, my grip tightening around the phone.
A deal?
What the hell did he think he had to bargain with?
I didn’t reply.
Instead, I dropped the phone back onto the table like it had suddenly beco
