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...