Out of Reach

"Mr. Kingsley, are you going for a morning run?" Sloane asked.

Vaughn was dressed in workout gear.

She remembered how, back in Oakhaven, he'd be out running at this exact hour, just like clockwork.

'The guy's got discipline that's almost scary,' Sloane thought.

Honestly, Sloane felt like she was half-zombie these days. After work, all she wanted was to flop onto the couch and turn into a potato.

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