CLAY’S POV
I noticed Anyta the second I walked in.
It wasn’t a conscious thing. It never was with her.
My eyes just instinctively sought her out, before my brain caught up.
I'd noticed her before she saw me.
The restaurant faded into background noise for half a breath as my eyes found her table.
She was sitting across from him.
Jamie.
For some reason I'd tried to picture him through the few descriptions I'd forced out of her. He didn't quite match my mental sketch, thankfully.
But Anyta was leaning closer to him too, laughing.
The sight landed somewhere unpleasant in my chest, sharp and irritating, like a pebble in my shoe I couldn’t ignore.
Then her eyes lifted.
They met mine. And suddenly it was like a shutter was drawn down her face.
Her amusement was gone in a blink, repla
