Chapter Fifteen
The last thing he expected was to see Scarlett’s backside as she walked out of his office. In fact, he’d expected a lot of drama, maybe some hysterics, even a slap across the face, considering he’d pulled her into his arms and kissed her senseless how many weeks earlier before leaving town because of one phone call that had changed his life forever.
He still needed to sit Scarlett down and talk with her. He owed her that much.
“Scarlett,” he called out, hearing the click of her heels and stepping out to see perfection staring back at him in the sway of her hips and her perfectly rounded ass in that slim skirt that gave him a view of her legs—legs he couldn’t help but picture tangled with his. She was a spitfire, the kind of woman he couldn’t believe he was drawn to, but
