CHAPTER 13 - KIMBERLY
I WANTED TO get into the car, but at the same time, I didn’t. In daylight, I could see Georgette through the window, watching me with a mixture of surprise and happiness. It was an expression I’d seen many times before, usually on a bride as she walked down the aisle and realised her husband-to-be had scrubbed up better than she thought he would.
Reed’s arm tightened around my waist, getting dangerously close to my ass, but I’d promised to behave so I couldn’t slap it away.
“What do you think of the Mercedes?” he asked the Latino guy he’d introduced as Tyrone, jerking his head towards the car I’d been abducted in. So far, they’d discussed the merits of steam cleaning the upholstery versus merely vacuuming, last night’s ball game, and which chain restaurant sold the
