Chapter Eight
Reese tormented herself all week. She couldn’t reconcile the steamy kiss she’d shared with Adam with his attitude that they shouldn’t have done it. For all the times she was sure that he wasn’t interested in her, that kiss said different. Now she was faced with going to a New Year’s Eve party with him and his friends and a bunch of strangers. Maybe in the relaxed atmosphere of a party, she could get him to open up to figure out what he was thinking.
She looked at her wardrobe, not knowing what to wear to the party. Nothing screamed kiss me like that again, so she’d called Julie to ask for help. She had no idea why she continued to stare at her closet like something would change. Jeans, cargo pants, T-shirts, and sweatshirts. She only owned one dress, and that was for funera
