Familiar Strangers

"Lucas..." Clara started.

She was about to speak when both men turned to look at her, their stares sharp and intense—almost like a showdown in a love triangle.

Lucas raised an eyebrow, a playful smile on his lips. "Care to explain?"

Without a word from Desmond, the car door clicked open. His message was clear: he wanted her in the car.

Clara didn't even glance at Desmond. She walked straight up to