"Look at me and answer my question," Claire's voice was almost pleading. If a week ago, someone had told her that she would be cajoling a grumpy man in a crowded nightclub, she would have laughed her ass off.
Much less cajoling a man she had shared a kiss with. She had a rule for never coming across the men she had been intimate with for a second time. Yes, even a kiss counted. Not to mention the kiss they shared as if they were deprived of oxygen and had to survive with the help of each other.
That passion, that moment...it had a chokehold on her to this day.
He did not remember it though. She made him forget it. What a bittersweet feeling. A part of her wanted to reverse time so that she could reverse her manipulation on him.
