Thea
I had almost made it back to the safety of my apartment stairs when Clara’s voice stopped me dead in my tracks.
Clara paused with her hand on her car door handle, her blush fading into a look of genuine exasperation. She looked over the roof of her compact car, her eyes locking onto mine.
“For the record, I did ask Mark,” she confessed, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial murmur.
I paused, my hand hovering over the railing of the staircase. “You did? When?”
“Yesterday, when he stopped by my office to ‘check on me,’” Clara said, using air quotes. She let out an annoyed huff. “And you know what? Mark didn’t know either. He said Miles keeps his private finances completely sealed off from the Open Road’s club business. Mark just knows that Miles’s family has old, deep money, but w
