~SCARLETT.
"Jake?" The name slipped from my lips, a broken whisper of shock.
He smiled, that same small, knowing smile I’d come to hate, and stood up slowly from the bed. On instinct, I took a step back, heart pounding so hard it rattled my ribs.
He looked... different.
Still Jake, still the same cruel memory burned into my bones, but somehow sharper now. His raven-black hair was cropped shorter, and dark stubble shadowed his jaw, making him look older. More put together.
Almost... attractive.
But the panic thrumming through my chest drowned any of that out.
Tearing my gaze away, I searched desperately around the cabana. No sign of Liam. Just Jake, standing there, looking at me like I was the prize he had finally caught.
"Were you the one who called me?" I demanded, voice trembling between anger and fear.
His smile widened. "Yeah, Scar. That was me."
This made my stomach twist violently. "But how?!" I snapped. "This is a new phone! Liam go
