Chapter Three
After taking a hot shower to wash away the sweat and make sense of her day, Scarlett was seated on the edge of her bed in clean jeans and a loose pink knit shirt with a rounded neckline. She dried the ends of her hair with a towel, taking in her pale complexion in the dresser mirror. Her round face seemed etched with imperfections: Her thick lashes surrounded eyes she’d always considered too big, and her nose seemed a little crooked and far too prominent.
She couldn’t get Emmett Bloodstone out of her mind.
He had to be, what, older than her, late twenties, maybe, right? She had to admit she actually felt as if he could be true to his word, a breed of man she’d never encountered before. At the same time, he completely rattled her, having dragged her kicking and screaming ou
