Alpha Reid
I breathe, chuckling anxiously as I reach up to run a hand through my damp hair.
Taylor immediately picks up on my discomfort, stopping short and reining it in a bit. “What’s wrong?” she asks, her smile fading.
I just shrug, bouncing Sadie on my knee. Taylor seems nice, but we aren’t girlfriends. I’m not about to bare my soul to her. And even if I wanted to, my own conflicting thoughts and emotions about the whole thing are confusing enough without someone else weighing in.
She places the stack of clothes on the bed next to me and sets a reassuring hand on my shoulder. “Hey, if you’re worried about Reid, don’t be,” she coos. “He’s a great guy.”