Chapter 52. Reconnecting

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. What could make him take so long to answer the door? Did he have another woman in there? I would not even be surprised at this point. I would just be beyond pissed.

The door clicked open after waiting for what felt like hours but was only about five minutes.

He appeared at the doorway, his hair tousled and slightly untidy. The first four buttons of his shirt were opened and black pants hung on his waists.

His appearance contrasted the Clint I knew to be well put together