Felt his erection pressed against her back. Felt his jealousy, palpable in the cool air. “Let’s not do a fire, okay?” She stood and grabbed the flashlight from behind the flower pot. Drew might’ve changed the lock but he’d left her flashlight in the same spot. During her busiest months, when she would cover three, sometimes four counties and have a presentation almost every other day, a walk in the dark, alone, helped her recharge. Label her crazy for needing time alone away from sexy Drew. Or, just call her an introvert. He got the message. The back door slammed shut. She gripped the flashlight and turned it on. The sun had disappeared. Goose bumps covered her skin. She’d have to make her walk a quick one. Inhaling the cool air, she followed her normal route. There were so many questions floating in her mind since Drew had asked her to text Tess and Jones. For some reason, the one about his swollen fingers had taken priority. Why? She kicked at the ground. Small rocks flew and hit the trees alongside the dirt path.
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