Alexander
Manhattan traffic was crawling that night… From inside my car, I watched the city lights reflect on the windshield as my fingers gently tapped the steering wheel to the rhythm of a song I wasn't even really listening to.
My mind was elsewhere, on that strange tension that had begun to grow between us since we got back.
Something was different. She could put on a show in front of others. She could smile in meetings, she could act as if everything was perfectly fine. But I knew her too well. I had learned to read her silences even better than her words. And Clara Sinclair was hiding something.
My phone buzzed through the car's Bluetooth system.
I frowned slightly when I saw the name.
Hale.
I answered immediately.
"Yes?"
"Alexander."
His tone was calm, too calm.
