CLARA
I was staring at my phone when the elevator doors slid open. I didn't look up to see who stepped in, and I didn't care. I just wanted to get home as quickly as possible.
Even though I had claimed I had work to do, the truth was I left because Harper and Julian needed privacy.
The longer I stayed, the more it felt like I was intruding.
Then I felt it. A heavy stare.
My brows drew together as my gaze dropped to the stranger's shoes. Masculine. Polished. Then up his tailored pants.
My eyes traced the smooth fabric hugging his long legs. Veined hands came into view, clenched at his sides, a gold Patek Phillipe watch wrapped around his wrist.
I stared at the watch longer than I should have. It looked familiar. Too familiar. I was still trying to place it when he cleared his throat and said my name.
"Clara."
I stiffened. My eyes flew up, locking onto a face I had not seen in three years.
My breath caught.
William.
What the hell was he doing here? Had he followed me?
