Every time she blinked, she was transported to Reagan’s lips. There was no denying that she’d never been kissed like that in her life. She’d definitely never slipped her tongue so far into anyone’s mouth. During the drive, Libby revisited Reagan’s lips, her arms, her scent, her hair. Each time she reminded herself that it wasn’t real, that she needed to shake it off and focus on saving her business. Her family’s legacy.
