Baby Be Mine(Spinsters & Casanovas Series Book 1)(89)

Clarice gently caressed her lips again, not realizing she was doing so, until a car zoomed past her, snapping her out of her delirium.

Clarice, start walking, you airhead. It brings about positive energy. With this said, she smiled as she made her way to the hotel. Always have a positive outlook on life, she told herself. That was how to succeed in life. But her outlook on life wasn’t all that positive some ten minutes later when she moaned, groaned, and constantly stopped at every available bench to rest her feet.

“You stupid heels. Why do I continue to wear you?” Clarice moaned again when she felt the ache intensify. It was definitely a curse to wear heels, especially when one had to walk.

Feeling she couldn’t tolerate any more, she took off her shoes and walked on bare feet instead. It felt much better, but the hot concrete began to bruise her soles after walking for another five minutes.

There’s no winning, is there?

Just when she was putting her heels back on, she heard a loud honk blasting her way.

“Oi, Avocado?” The shout was followed by another honk. “Out and about on a warm sunny day? What are you doing in this part of town?”

Clarice turned to see Hunter, his head sticking out the car window like a dog testing the wind, his ponytail flying against the cool breeze.

When did his hair get this long? Then she smacked herself and gritted her teeth. Why was she even thinking about his hairstyle? And she wasn’t in the mood to see him today.

Hunter’s heart thumped heavily as he drove closer to her. Once he got next to her, he pretended there was nothing wrong with him and started acting like the jerk he always was.

“Well?” he asked when Clarice didn’t react. “Are you going to bite your tongue today?”

“Piss off, Hunter. I’m not in the mood to see you today,” Clarice said, staring ahead.

“So will you be in the mood to see me tomorrow, then?” Hunter asked cheekily.

“Piss off. I don’t want to see you tomorrow either,” Clarice said as she continued to walk faster, ignoring his persistent comments.

“What’s wrong?” Hunter asked, concerned when he noticed Clarice wasn’t in her usual playful mood. “Aren’t you glad to see me?”

Of course I’m not glad to see you. That kiss he’d imparted still left her wanting more. But of course she didn’t say that. Instead, she said, “Nothing. So will you please leave?” Then she motioned him away with her hands and walked faster.

But Hunter didn’t listen. He just kept on following in his car.

Clarice had had enough.

“What do you want?” she snapped, turning towards him. “Stop following me.”

Hunter stared at her, wide-eyed. Clarice had never snapped at him before. Well, not in that serious tone of voice anyway. This really concerned him. Was she affected by that kiss too?

“Where are you going?” he asked seriously, driving slowly to keep to her pace.

“None of your business.” Clarice fumed. She didn’t want to be any more confused—

Crash!

Clarice was so busy thinking about Hunter’s kiss that she didn’t look where she was going. In turn, she tripped over a crack in the concrete and now had even managed to twist her ankle. What a stupid idiot!

Hunter opened his car door, leapt out, and was cradling her in three seconds flat.

“For Christ sake, Avocado, would you watch where you’re going?” Hunter shouted in fright and concern. He’d never been that afraid before. He thought his heart was about to leap out of his throat. “Are you hurt anywhere?”