Clara's POV
I nearly choked on air as I continued to stare at his hand.
His last name sounded too familiar. Heck, his face was normal, too. Had I seen him before in some magazine or something?
Could it be a coincidence? What were the chances that he was related to Derek? But knowing Layla, this was all planned out.
"Montenegro?" I asked, gathering my thoughts to speak.
"Yes," he answered with a smile.
At this point, he must have thought I was a lunatic because I kept staring at him.
With a face like that, was he used to women staring at him?
He invited himself to sit in the chair opposite mine as I remained dumbfounded.
I felt my legs quiver under the table. I turned to look at the menu as I tried to conceal my hands, which were also shaking. Avoiding eye contact was my best bet.
