Oh for fuck's sake. Reece's day was definitely going to shit. He hoped he didn't get the job of being a jailer. Let him just be a handyman and stay the fuck out of this. He cut his eyes at Ryan, one hand holding Meg in the chair he'd dropped her in. "Get her out of here," he growled, pointing the knitting needle he'd confiscated at Ryan. "Now." He'd deal with is issues with him later. Right now he needed the help and he needed a reason to get Ryan and his stupid concerned voice out of here.
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