A wave of nausea hit Mira so hard that she thought she might even throw up.
The man who had ruin her life was now in Lorena sanders' ear?
"I was just thinking about you," Travis said and his tone was just… ugh.
That fake flirty charm, that one Mira remembered way too well. "I was wondering when I could finally come pick up those clothes. Or, better yet… you know, when we could… discuss a collaboration."
Mira's grip on the phone tightened. Like, seriously tightened until her knuckles were white. Her nails dug into the leather case, so hard that she was sure she was probably leaving marks.
"A collaboration?" It came out of her flat. So dangerously flat.
He chuckled in that self-satisfied sound she knew so well. The one that used to make her stomach turn back when she was still Mira. When she was still dumb enough to think he loved her.
What an idiot.
