LANDON’S POV
I light my cigar and lean against my motorcycle, watching the smoke curl into the morning air. My foot taps impatiently against the pavement.
I shouldn’t be here. I shouldn’t be doing this. But here I am. Waiting. For her.
Clarissa.
The thought of seeing here almost makes me…smile.
I exhale sharply and shake my head.
Why the hell am I excited? I hate her. She’s annoying, stubborn, and always finds a way to get under my skin. I don’t get along with people like her. So why is my heart hammering in my chest like I actually care? I grit my teeth, irritated at myself, and drag another breath from my cigar.
Then, the front door creaks open.
And there she is.
The sun hits her face just right, highlighting her face in all the right ways. Her wavy dark hair falls over her sh
