"Uh..." Oliver Palmer thought for a moment, "I can't quite remember, at least four or five, right?"
Reese Harris's eyes were full of disbelief, staring at Oliver as if looking at a prehistoric creature.
"No way, Little Moe, you took on that many alone? Wow, the old saying is true, you really can't judge a book by its cover!" She reached out and patted Oliver's chest, "Hmm... I have to say, you might look slim, but you've got some muscles under there."
Ebonmere's weather in April was already quite warm, and his suit had long been torn during their tussle, leaving only a shirt on him.
As she touched him, the warmth of her palm penetrated through the shirt.
Even though he still had a close-fitting vest underneath, being touched in such an unusual way was quite a stimulus.
Oliver felt a jolt in his heart, and a little warmth crept onto his face.
Afraid that Reese might notice his reaction, he quickly reminded her.
"The light's green!"
