She took a deep breath and called Scarlette again.
She wanted the scoop on Dylan and Tara—if anyone knew what was really going on, it’d be Scarlette, who was practically part of Dylan’s inner circle.
Scarlette heard her phone buzzing, rolled over, and tried to reach for it, but she was wrapped up tight in someone’s arms.
Nicholas was holding her close, nuzzling her neck like he never wanted to let go.
“Nicholas?” she mumbled, a little dazed. When did he crawl into bed?
Without missing a beat, Nicholas reached over and hung up her ringing phone. His voice was low, just a little grumpy. “It’s late. Who’s calling you now? Don’t tell me it’s that Morgan guy again.”
Scarlette tried to sit up and grab her phone, but Nicholas just tossed it further away onto the couch.
“What could possibly be so urgent? Whatever it is can wait till morning,” he insisted.
Scarlette had been texting on and off with Clara these past few days, and something told her this call was from her. She tried to keep her cool.
“It’s just a good friend—she wants me to pick her up.”
Nicholas raised his eyebrows, leaned in, and kissed her long and deep, only letting her go when he was satisfied.
Scarlette slipped out of bed, finally got her phone, and, sure enough, it was that unfamiliar number.
She headed to the living room and stepped out onto the balcony for privacy. “Clara, what’s up? Dylan and Tara? The Warrens threw a welcome party the other day—he showed up with Tara, and everyone was saying they looked amazing together. A total golden couple vibe. They even went upstairs together—no one knows what happened, but honestly, everyone in our circle thinks they’re a great match. I’m starting to wonder if that wedding rumor you mentioned might actually be true.”
Scarlette still couldn’t quite believe Dylan would do something like that. She’d even tried asking Nicholas, but he was annoyingly tight-lipped about Dylan.
Clara finally felt some relief after hearing this. Then she remembered the note she’d found. Knowing Dylan, for him to write something like that, he must really care about Tara.
“Sorry, Scarlette. I shouldn’t have called so late.”
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