Chapter Eight
Kennedy
Reed had a package delivered to my house which ended up being a box full of tiny cameras and high-tech machinery I’d never seen before in my life. He spent the entire afternoon placing them all around my yard and in the house while I worked in the kitchen making us some homemade beef and vegetable soup. If anyone were to sneak around or try to break into my house, we’d be able to see them all the way from Wyoming.
Once Reed was done outside, he walked through the back door, bare chested with his T-shirt draped over his shoulder. His jeans hung low on his hips, revealing those sexy indentions we all loved on men. The breath caught in my lungs and I prayed to God he didn’t hear the gasp that came out of my mouth. I focused back on my soup, trying my hardest not to lo
