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A Missing Truck

Reid

The clothing Marcella had given him was typical of Marcel. Leather-look trousers that fit so closely that they left nothing to the imagination, and a black shirt that looked discrete until it was put on and the first button started between Reid’s nipples. He laughed at his reflection as he scraped his hair back into a ponytail.

She was waiting for him and whistled as he stepped out of the bathroom. “Looking sexy-as, Reid,” she purred. “You should wear my old clothes more often.”

Reid snorted. “I can just imagine my dad’s face if I start dressing like Marcel. All right,” he picked up his phone and wallet from the coffee table. “See you later.”

“Where are you off to in such a hurry?” Marcella pouted.

“I need to pick up some supplies for tonight.”

“Supplies?” Her puzzled frown darkened as she connected the dots. “Fucking hell, Reid. How far are you going to take this?”

“Chill out, ‘Cella,” Reid opened the door. “It’s going to be fine.”

“Wait,” she grabbed her purse and pursued him o
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