Hands Off

Clara

I flinched at the sudden voice behind me, my shoulders jerking up. Turning quickly, I froze when I saw a rather handsome man standing there with a polite smile.

For a second, my chest tightened.

Why did my mind immediately leap to Darius? The voices weren’t even the same. This one was softer, and younger. But the way he said Miss Clara reminded me of how Darius always used it.

“Miss Clara?”