Wendy
Saturday morning arrived with a brilliant, cloudless blue sky.
I had tried my best to ignore the internal crisis I had been battling for the last forty-eight hours.
I had foolishly believed that getting Reed out of his tailored CEO suits and away from his sweaty workout gear would reduce the threat to my sanity.
I had convinced myself that a family-friendly trip to the botanical gardens would be the perfect distraction.
I was horribly wrong.
Reed stepped out of his bedroom that morning wearing a pair of dark wash denim jeans and a fitted, navy blue Henley shirt with three buttons undone at the collar. He had rolled the sleeves up to his elbows, exposing his strong, tanned forearms and the faint dusting of dark hair there. He looked relaxed, casually wealthy, and devastatingly
