Clover POV
I was barely out of the parking lot at the spa when traffic hit like a brick wall. The city streets had turned into a slow-motion nightmare, brake lights stretching out in front of me like some kind of cosmic joke.
My hands gripped the wheel tighter than necessary, the leftover glow from Dara’s facial session fading fast as my brain started looping back to Cameron and that whole “open relationship” pitch. No way was I going straight home to sit in my apartment replaying it. I needed noise, people, something to keep my head on straight.
I grabbed my phone at the next red light and typed out a quick message to Lumi:
Hey, random question—who’s Dara? She just showed up at the spa for a facial and said you recommended me. I never told her anything about you. Everything okay on y
