The Revenge Plan
She had trusted me to keep her safe, so a part of me now owned that duty.
“Her phone won’t stop blowing up,” Izzy blurted, startling me into popping to my feet as she crashed through the front door, talking a mile a minute before she was even fully inside. Kicking the door shut behind her, she dumped all her bags on the first open chair she came across and then dug a ringing phone from one of the pockets. “Seriously, Wick. It’s just one call, text, or social media message after another.”
“I thought you’d turned it off,” I said, scratching the back of my burning neck and hoping to conceal the fact I’d been ogling the sleeping girl on my couch.