KEENAN'S POV
“Keenan!” Carina exclaimed softly, her eyes shifting between the bouquet of flowers in my hand and my face.
“To what do I owe the visit?”
Why was I so pressed to see her?
That was the same question I've been asking myself all morning, and yet I still don't have an answer for it.
I spent all night tossing and turning in bed, unable to sleep; she occupied every corner of my mind. And it certainly didn't help that she's the trending topic on every news station. I couldn't escape her no matter how much I tried, and some how I thought it wise to see her in person.
I flashed her a tender smile.
“I wanted to check in on you and see how you were handling the paparazzi heat.”
A big, bright smile grew on her face as I handed her the flowers, disbelief laced in her voice as
