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
