HARPER
"What are you staring at?" I asked, leaning in to peek at Clara's phone.
"Nothing!" she said a little too quickly, shoving the device into her pocket as a wide smile spread across her face.
That didn't look like "nothing." She'd been glued to that screen for the past hour, smiling like crazy and typing nonstop. She hadn't even answered half the questions I'd asked her.
I narrowed my eyes at her suspiciously. "Clara," I murmured.
"What?" she muttered, clearly trying to sound casual.
"I saw the name William. Who's William? A new guy I don't know about?"
"You saw that?" Her eyes widened, a flush creeping up her cheeks.
Definitely a guy. I hadn't seen her blush like this in ages—except for that one time she crushed hard on a boy she met at a diner during high school.
And she'd hidden from him. Why? I had no clue. She never talked about it, and even when caught in the act, she'd deny it outright.
I wouldn't be surprised if she were doing the same thing now.
