“You called her darling.” Scarlett’s voice was smoke and velvet, threaded with a tinge of hurt. “You must be enjoying the date more than you admit unless you use that endearment with everyone. Does it always work for you?” “I wouldn’t know.” The satisfaction of getting under her skin with that tactic was minute compared to my exhaustion. I was tired of our games. “I’ve only called one woman that and meant it.”
