I made it home from the fundraiser. Someone knocked on the door while I was towel-drying my hair. I hurried to answer it.
The door was barely open when Reese barged through carrying a duffle bag and wearing a black tank and gray sweats. He dropped his bag, turned the locks on the door, and shoved me against the coat closet. He placed both hands on the side of my face and said in a low, intense voice, "Please listen."
My eyes flooded with tears, and my throat burned. "I can't. I can't be the other woman."
His voice was fierce when he said, "She's after me because she wants my business. She's doin' whatever she can to get at me. And I’m doin' whatever I can to avoid her. But know that I will always protect you. Always."
Reece swiped his thumbs under my eyes to clear away my tears and kis
