Clara's thoughts wandered to last night and the only thing she could remember was drinking wine to evade her colleagues' questions. ' damn, those gossip mongers.' She ruffled her hair violently and winced in pain as the headache intensified.
" But this scent smells familiar." she frowned but quickly evade the thought as there was no way she would end up in his house. He had left the country and would probably return today.
She slowly got down from the bed and wondered if it was Jack that had brought her to his home while looking around for her bag which she couldn't find. ' But this scent.' she shook her head and convinced herself again that it was impossible.