Suddenly, Reece appeared, putting his large hand on her shoulder. She looked up in surprise, noting the circles under his eyes. He was obviously exhausted, too.
“Abby, could I talk to you for a minute?” he said politely. “Excuse us for just a moment,” he said to Sandra with a smile. Amazingly, the young woman didn’t pitch yet another fit.
Abby walked with him to a spot about twenty feet away and wondered how she could still feel his touch when she was wearing her coat and he had put on a pair of heavy gloves. Maybe the same way she’d had a scream-worthy orgasm against his thigh—apparently clothes were not a barrier to sex with Reece Winston.
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