KEIRA’s POV

I walked down the hallway of the building, my steps hastening as I was eager to see Clint. Although I had seen him yesterday, I needed to see him again. I needed the comfort he brought.

Clutching my shoulder bag, I strode up to Clint’s door, thankful that his receptionist was not at her station, and knocked lightly on his door before twisting the door knob. The door creaked open, and my eyes fell on Clint. My face brightened up at the sight of him.

I opened the door ...