Reckless Hearts
“Can you get me every man who this man hangs with, talks to, and is familiar with. I think I’ve seen him.”
I tap the paper, looking up at Zion. He nods as he leans over to see who I mean. “Funny enough, he knows Sean; they play golf together.”
“Then we might just be onto something; friend circles are often made of like-minded people,” I say, rubbing the back of my neck.
“I think we are,” Zion says, placing his hands on my shoulders as he begins massaging them.
I sigh in satisfaction, closing my eyes as he works his magic, his fingers hitting all the right spots. “Ah, that’s it… a little lower,” I murmur, holding back a moan as he slides his thumb up the back of my neck.
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