Chapter Seventy-One

Reese’s POV

The day sped by and Russo proved to be an asset. He helped Reese with her samplings and organized seeds and roots and at one point he’d disappeared for four hours. Reese hadn’t really noticed because she was busy separating stalks and petals.

All her focus went towards plants and flowers that held respiratory aids and she winced slightly as she straightened up from the stool when Russo returned. He was sweaty, slightly out of breath and had a huge grin on his face.

“Are you okay?” Reese asked him.

“Yeah, no time to talk, come with me,” he said and walked out of her lab into the adjoining office.

Reese frowned but followed Russo out of the office. He threw his arm around her shoulder and she made a gagging sound. Russo barked out a laugh and pulled her closer, pushing her face into his armpit.

“Ow!” Russo said loudly when Reese pinched the soft skin there.

“That’s for being a stinky asshole,” she said and laughed at the hurt look on his face.

Russo made a face and pulled he