Claire finished her meal and curled up on the couch.
She kept typing and deleting messages in the chat with Kenneth. After several attempts, she gave up.
What's Julian trying to pull?
He gave her his size, then suddenly didn't want the suit? Seriously?
Was this some kind of twisted game?
She couldn't figure out what this guy was thinking—honestly, she didn't care to. Other than this unresolved suit business, their paths were never meant to cross again anyway.
Footsteps echoed from the hallway.
Claire quickly exited the chat, uncurling her legs and sitting upright.
"Where did all your clothes, shoes, bags, and jewelry go?" Lucas burst in, firing off the question like a bullet.
"..."
Claire's heart skipped a beat.
Was she found out?
Wait, what’s up with
