Chapter 52 A Visit

• KEIRA’S POV
• As I stood in front of Clint's door, the only thing I could think about was my encounter with that woman the last time I came here. She still irked me in some kind of way. I was mad at both of them, and even if I had vowed to stay as far away from him as possible, here I was, waiting for him to answer the doorbell.
• I could never escape Clint Homer. Something always led me back to him one way or another.