KEIRA’S POV

As I stood in front of Clint's door, the only thing I could think about was my encounter with that woman the last time I came here. She still irked me in some kind of way. I was mad at both of them and even if I had vowed to stay as far away from him as possible, here I was, waiting for him to answer the doorbell.

I could never escape Clint Homer. Something always led me back to him one way or another.

I waited for a few more minutes before pressing the doorbell again. ...