Reese said, leaning over Kenna after she slid into the leather seat of his truck.“There’s no need, Reese, I can buckle my own seat belt.” He either didn’t hear her or was pretending he hadn’t. Too late, the friction she felt whenever he was near coursed through her body in reaction to his masculine scent.They had caught an early-morning flight out of Oklahoma City and now they were back in Houston and it wasn’t eight o’clock yet. Reese had left his SUV at the airport, and it didn’t take long to locate it in the parking lot.She watched as he walked around the truck to get in on the other side, remembering how difficult it had been to sit beside him on the small plane. He hadn’t had much to say, which had been fine with her. It had given her a chance to close her eyes and catch up on the sleep she hadn’t gotten the night before.After Reese had walked her to her hotel room, she had gotten ready for bed, but wasn’t sure if he would eventually knock on her door to talk.
