Get that phone call over with.” Jack Reilly leaned down, kissed his wife, then opened the front door of the loft they shared in TriBeCa.
“I will,” Regan answered, with a slight grimace. “I had the feeling that guy wasn’t going to turn out to be Mr. Right for Hayley, but I certainly didn’t expect what we witnessed last night.”
“He’s a first-class creep,” Jack said. “Hayley dodged a bullet.”
“You’re right,” Regan agreed. “But somehow I don’t think that will be the first thought that runs through her mind...