Theirs to Hunt (Girls Like Us #1)

35. Reagan, Friday 1215 p.m.

Chapter thirty-five

C alendar ping.

I blink.

Who the hell schedules a meeting for a Friday night? I take a screenshot of my calendar and fire off a message to Brooks.

Are you seeing this bullshit?

Sabotaged.

I stare at the screen, annoyance curdling into something sharper.

Then maybe it's time I play dirty too.

The problem with two such different views? They play differently too. One grabs on tighter. The other pulls away, striking just to prove they still can.