Two gleaming race cars vanished like lightning before Clara's eyes. As she watched the competition from the stands, her phone buzzed with an incoming call from Sasha.

Barely had she tapped the screen to answer when Sasha's shriek pierced the air. "Clara, the groomsman you're paired with at the wedding tomorrow is a total knockout-like, picture a guy who's all refined and repressed with glasses, but a total wild card once they're off. I swear, this dude is all that, absolutely magnetic. Girl, it looks like spring has sprung for you again."

Clara couldn't help but chuckle. "It's just going through the motions, you getting this pumped?"

"Of course I am. I'm all torn up over your happiness. Just you wait, I'm sending you his pic and bio. You're gonna scream. Meet you in the morning to head over together, okay?"

After hanging up with Sasha, Clara's phone was swamped with notifications. Her messeges was flooded with pictures of handsome men.

the man's face seemed oddly familiar. Those dark eyes seemed to hook her

her phone screen, she didn't notice lan's husky voice from behind. "Into that type, huh? A gentleman in public, a

why the man in the photo felt so

composed herself, replying coolly, "That's

his chiseled face hovering just above her. Their proximity was so close,

affection, his voice tender, "If that's what you like, I

brushed against the corner of Clara's eye, "Clara, don't look

confession, offering instead a casual smile, "Even if you turned into that, I

towards Ryker. Her voice softened from its previous

confidence, thumped his chest,

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