Chapter 66. Sorting Marie out

Clint’s POV

It was extremely hot that late afternoon as the city bustled with traffic and inaudible chatter outside the cafeteria. I could tell most people were already rounding off their day and prepping to enjoy the cosiness of their various homes as the weekend set in.

And this particular cafeteria teemed with hungry souls who could not get over the exquisite meals and great customer service they provided, except me.

I sat in a corner, my nerves on edge as I drew uneasy patterns on the manila envelope resting on the table. I perked up every time the door slid open, checking the customers to see if any one of them was the woman who pestered my life, only to slump back in my chair when it was not her.

I sipped on my water and looked out the window, my mind wandering to how I had gotten here. Marie had called this