Wendy
Watching him, my mind instantly, treacherously flashed back to the way those exact same hands had gripped my waist the night before. The firm, possessive strength of his touch. The way his thumb had stroked my cheekbone.
"Look, Mommy! It's flying!" William cheered as the little plastic helicopter lifted unsteadily into the air.
"That's wonderful, sweetie." I murmured, my eyes not moving from Reed.
Reed tilted his head back to watch the toy hover, letting out a low, rumbling laugh that vibrated straight through the floorboards and directly into my chest. He ran one of those large, capable hands through his dark, slightly messy hair, pushing it off his forehead in a casual, careless gesture that made him look so effortlessly, unfairly attractive.
He wasn't flexing. He wasn't tryin
