I lowered my phone and held Cameron’s gaze. “He wants to see me.”
“Give him my regards.”
“Come with me?”
Cameron took a sip of tea. “You’re Scarlet Winters. You’ll handle him just fine.”
“What do you think he wants?”
“Knowing Neilson, the last word, probably.”
Facing off with him would be terrifying - for no other reason than I still loved him.