Unknown Secrets

Chapter Five

(Claire)

4:56...

Three minutes and five seconds until my date with Will.

3...2...1.... Three more minutes!

I'm so nervous that I keep switching from one foot to the other. I wonder where we're going. Hmmm. The movies? A restaurant? Bowling?

Two more minutes!

I wonder where he's at. I hope he didn't forget about me. How could he forget about me? He's been on my mind since he left and I'm surprised he can't hear my thoughts with how much my mind won't stop picturing him.

One more minute!

I think the clock is going slower! Why is it going slower? Maybe I need to stop counting down the seconds until I get out of this hell hole they call a job.

Wait, isn't that his truck? Yes, it is!

He's like 20 seconds early!

Dang, I'm such a nerd. Alright Claire. Calm down and breathe. Oh god there he is! How the hell am I supposed to calm down when I am looking at the most gorgeous guy I've ever met? I think I have butterflies in my tummy, but they are like eating my insides. Maybe they're cannibal butterflies. I don't know, but I'm trying to think of anything to keep myself from staring.

Airplanes.

Muffins.

Cannibal tummy butterflies from hell.

Oh who am I kidding? I'm going to stare anyway! Lordy, he's wearing a black shirt that's just tight enough to show off his toned upper arm muscles and abs along with a plain pair of jeans and flip flops.

I couldn't ask for anything more.

(Will)

As I walked into Muffin Mania, I was greeted with Claire's stare as she looked me up and down. I don't think she realizes I know she's staring.

It's good to know she's interested.

"Like what you see?"

 She whipped her head up to look me in the eyes while her face turned red with embarrassment. "I- I w-wasn't s-staring," she fixed her gaze on a loose thread on her apron.

"You definitely were."

She looked up at me with a glare and said, "Are we going or are you going to accuse me of staring again?"

Hmm. Feisty little one. I love that in women.

 "Let's go because I'm afraid you'll kill me if I keep 'accusing' you." I did air quotes around the word accuse and she gave me another deathly glare. "Glad to know you know what's good for you."

She surprises me every second. First, she stutters while acting all nervous and quiet, then BAM! She's telling me what to do! She's something.

Speaking of something. Her scent is intoxicating, it's the smell of honeysuckles, oranges, and spring time. She smells like a wolf too, but there's something else. I stare at her back as we walk to my truck trying to concentrate on her scent.

It smells like werewolf hunter!

How the hell could she have both?

Does she even know? I continue to stare at her in shock as she approaches my truck about to get in.