24
The Right Option
Reid bent down and collected the tray from the floor. He looked up, his eyes met Devon’s, and he smiled bright and beautiful. He had an award-winning smile. Her hands were shaking as he handed the tray back to her, and she automatically tucked it under her arm.
How had he found her? She had thought that she was safe, that she had time, that she would be able to figure things out. He wasn’t supposed to be here. He wasn’t supposed to be standing in Jenn’s, staring at her expectantly. He had only texted her this morning. There was no way he could have found her in less than a day, right? That wasn’t even supposed to be possible.
And Brennan. Oh f**k—Brennan! She hadn’t told him. There hadn’t been time. Her mind had been elsewhere, running ahead of her as always to his
