Adam sped through the work he had to do and hoped that they wouldn’t have too many customers. Of course that was bad for his mom’s business, but he needed time with Reese. He needed to be able to talk with her without a million interruptions. He would’ve suggested meeting at her apartment, or even his, but since she’d e-mailed the last story to him, he didn’t think she’d be receptive to the idea of being alone with him.
It was probably a good idea for them not to be alone together. He wasn’t very good at controlling himself. For days, every time he closed his eyes, all he saw was Reese’s body, bare but for his mark tattooed on her chest. No matter how he tried to replace those images, nothing worked. He was resigned to fantasizing about her indefinitely.
After a late lunch, he began sket
