“Clark was my neighbor. He lived in the apartment down the hall from me and Kyle for several years.” The throbbing in my head intensifies sharply. “What?” “Clark and I were neighbors,” Regina repeats. I shake my head at the phone. “You must be mistaken. Maybe it’s a different Clark.” “I doubt that,” Regina snorts. “Clark Douglas—crazy good-looking with those ridiculously blue eyes. Sort of hard to forget. Clark and Kyle were, like, best friends for a while…” No. That’s not possible.
