As she held the shirt up to her nose, Libby inhaled the clean scent of detergent mixed with a fresh, earthy smell she guessed was clay. It transported her out of the cold confines of the bathroom and back to Reagan’s truck. Salt spray in the air. The hot sun burning her scalp. Beads of sweat dripping down her back as the waves crashing in the distance promised cool relief. Reagan’s soft lips. Her warm body wrapped around her. Her dimpled smile accompanying her throaty laugh. And those arms. Those strong arms snaked around her belly. The arms that held her together. Held her steady. Even if
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