The sound of the car pulling up in the driveway dragged her back to reality. Claire could not understand the way her heart started pounding so loudly underneath her chest, and neither she could solve the mystery of the goosebumps lifting off her arms. What was even happening to her? Why was she suddenly so nervous?
Before her inner voice could come up with a response, Claire found herself jolting to her feet the second Vincent appeared through the doors. His dark brown eyes clasped with her blue ones in an instant, and for a second, Claire wondered if he had been troubled with the exact thoughts as her own.
An erratic shiver danced down her spine when Vincent slowed down for a brief moment and scanned his gaze down her body. She was wearing one of his shirts, something that she knew had
