Chapter EightJim knew it was a gamble, but he took Reese home.
“What’s this?” Reese asked as she climbed out of the Mustang. No, as she oozed out.
All the stress she’d been showing at RTC until he was afraid to touch her for fear she might shatter had fallen away during the short drive in her Mustang. If he didn’t get her out of that suit and into his bed in short order, he was the one who was going to shatter. But he knew a frontal attack wasn’t going to win the day, so he’d just follow her lead.
“Home. Not much, but I like it.” The way she’d eased down from her drive was exactly how this place always affected him. He’d sunk the money from selling his rig and being a good boy with six years of banking his Army pay to buy five acres just a half hour outside of DC and ten minutes from th
