“Why haven’t you answered any of Richard’s calls, by the way?” Scarlett quirked a brow, temporarily pulling me from my downward spiral. If I would’ve continued trying to connect the dots about when I’d last taken my birth control, there was no doubt in my mind that I would’ve jumped straight off this couch and stormed out of their house toward the pool house with a ball of nerves in my stomach. “How’d you know about that?” I pulled back with a puzzled expression. “He called me to ask why you weren’t answering his calls… or his emails… or his texts.” Fucking Richard. I knew sharing the same
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