FOUR YEARS LATER...

~SCARLETT.

"Red." I heard the voice before I even turned. It lived in my head by now: dry, cocky, low-pitched, and always filled with unspoken amusement.

Rick leaned against the dressing room doorframe, arms crossed, signature smirk in place.

"You're up."

I gave a short nod. "Got it."

Rick had been the first to give me a real chance, after everything. California became a past life I buried without a funeral and I didn't even look back once.

With no money, no contacts, and no plan, I was just a bruised girl with too many nightmares and a desperate hunger to start over.

And starting over looked...