CHAPTER 30
Clara's POV
I stepped off the plane in Mexico.
Spencer was by my side, his eyes fixed on something in the distance. I followed his gaze, but all I saw was the usual airport chaos.
As we made our way to the exit, I noticed Spencer's phone had been glued to his ear the whole time, his expression darkening by the minute.
I frowned. “What's wrong?”
He turned to me, his eyes filled with frustration. “The penthouse I rented out, there's been a mix-up. It's no longer available.”
I nodded. “We can just book a hotel room. No big deal, right?”
Spencer's scowl deepened. “It's not just that. I had everything set up there. Now I have to sort it all out.”
I gazed around, then back at him. “We'll figure it out. A hotel will suffice.”
He took a deep breath and tucked a hand into his
