Reid didn’t follow me—he was busy, after all. I assumed he wouldn’t have a moment to himself for some time; I assumed that it would take a while before he checked his pocket. With the look on his face as I left, I was confident he knew that what I brought him wasn’t something to show his men.
I took my time navigating out of the packhouse. I stepped into the wintry late-afternoon air, and I shivered at the bite of the breeze. The sun would begin its descent below the horizon soon. I wondered when Manon and Tessa would return.
I began to walk home, for a new pair of panties—in my haste, it hadn’t even crossed my mind to put on a pair before I left the house in the first place.
Despite my belief that it would be a while, I was anxiously awaiting a sexually-charged, angry mindlink the v
