Keira’s POV

The drive back home was serene. The silence that blanketed the car was a comfortable one, and I was not shy to bask in the wonderful feeling. The events of that evening came rushing back, filling me with warmth.

I glanced at Clint's palm on my lap and then rested my eyes on his face. He seemed so at peace, strumming his fingers lightly on the steering wheel as he bobbed his head to the soft pop streaming through the speakers. I had never been happier.

Clint turned away ...