LOGIN____...Joanne woke up feeling like she had the sleep of her lifetime. She felt so well-rested, and she felt like the extremely comfortable bed in the master bedroom was kneading the tight knots off her lower back.She moaned in contentment as the beautiful pressure continued to alleviate whatever discomfort she had been feeling from sitting and watching her best friend drink away last night. As she came to, she realized that this could not be from the bed, and she was finally aware of the huge, hard hand that was massaging her tissue reverently and the huge heated body pressed against her smaller frame.She gasped as she opened her eyes, and her breath hitched in her throat at the sight of those beautiful grey orbs in front of her.“Reagan.”Her voice was thick with sleep, breezy, and his body reacted immediately to the very sensuality of it.“Good morning, gorgeous.”His voice was huskier, and it did things to her that nothing ever could. His voice, his morning voice, was like his
____...“As far as I am concerned, it is not even up for discussion. I get that there is a lot of political pressure to wrap up this investigation, but to rule it out as an accident or a suicide, that is just plain blasphemy.”Elliot was on his sixth can of beer, and he was very openly stating his opinions regarding one of the cases he was handling.“He is very passionate about his job,” Joanne told Reagan when he looked over at her, amused.Elliot wiggled his finger in her face. “Honey, you don't understand. They are being such pieces of shit. I want to quit.” He banged on the table. “I am quitting. I am going to start my own investigative agency.”“You wouldn't last a day,” Joanne pointed out. “You will be in jail on day one.”“Ahh, you don't love me no more, do you? Now that you have pretty boy here and precious baby Jo in your tummy, you don't love me no more.”“Have you forgotten about our blood oath, Joe? That you and I are one unit till death do us part? We have a longer bon
____...Elliot stared at his friend like she was crazy. “You want to make a sketch of a person who you think might cause you harm in the future?” He asked. "I don't think the police department is going to entertain resource utility over future predictions." Elliot was as sarcastic as ever.“No, you do not understand, Eli. I have seen this man in multiple places I went to. He is always watching. Or so I feel.” She lied, trusting that a stalker angle was enough to scare Elliot, especially now that there was a niece or nephew on the way. “What? What do you mean? How long has this been going on? Why didn't you tell me before?” Elliot was immediately alert. He quickly pulled out his phone to make some calls. “I think you should make an official complaint, Jo. This is not child's play. We do not want anything happening to you or your baby.”Joanne took a deep breath. “It is exactly why I came to you, Eli. I want you to find him, and I am willing to help with the sketch so that it is eas
____...“Leanne,” Reagan said out of the blue, tossing in a jumper pack of Reese's into the shopping cart. “Joanne. Leanne. It rhymes. Has a nice ring to it too. Leanne Knight.” Reagan had somehow reached the topic of baby names as they strolled through the grocery store. “Or Teagan.” He said. “If it’s a boy, Ryan. I like Ryan, you know. It’s a mix of Joanne and Reagan. Or Logan. Or Kian. Killian?” Joanne gave him a look. “Please leave my child alone for a few hours.” “Our child,” He liked to remind her at least twice a day. Again, it was a novelty that she hated she enjoyed.“Have you thought of any names yet?” She shrugged. Of course, she had. She was just a month from welcoming her daughter when fate had snatched her from her so cruelly. She had the name, the nursery, the wardrobe, and every small amenity ready. Not in this timeline. But she remembered everything like the back of her hand. She had all the plans ready. She just needed to start implementing it. She knew al
____...Joanne smiled softly at Mr. Carlson as she took a seat opposite him. Reagan was less than welcoming as he plopped down next to her, grabbing her hand and entwining their fingers immediately. Mr. Carlson cleared his throat. “Will you be here for the whole process, Mr. Knight?” He asked.Reagan raised a brow. “Why? Is there some rule in your guidelines stating I cannot?” “It would be better for you to step away so that your wife could be more honest.” Reagan’s grip on her hand tightened, his palm feeling clammy over hers. “Show me a written law saying so. Otherwise, you will have to deal with me being present for this bullshit.”Joanne stared at their hands, feeling something she had never felt before. It was not love. And it was not the anger and hatred she usually felt for him. This was different - she could not name it, because this was the first time she had ever felt it. And she felt weird - because, surprisingly, it was a good feeling even though she did not know w
____...“What are you talking about?” Serena rubbed Pauline’s arm as she blew her nose, patting at her tears. “Reagan would never say something like that to you, Lynn. You know that. He loves you so much. You both have the kind of relationship that makes other siblings so jealous. You know that. I mean, I am an example. I have always been so jealous because my big brother doesn't even bother to pretend to care about me the way that Reagan does for you.” Pauline shook her head, her shoulders shaking. She was inconsolable as she sobbed into a fresh napkin, sniffling. Serena rolled her eyes, looking discreetly at the time. This had been going on for almost an hour, and she wanted to be anywhere else but here. But she had no choice but to play the concerned friend. Pauline was her return ticket to Reagan, and she could not afford to lose her favor. “You do not understand, Ser. You did not see the way he behaved. It was as if he was brainwashed into being a completely different person
____...Joanne knocked at Reagan’s study door. He did not even look up.“Reagan?” She called out to him softly. He still did not respond but it was obvious to her that he had heard her from the way his jaw clenched and unclenched. She let out a breath. “I am going to the ObGyn appointment tom
____...Joanne did not want to admit it, but the horrible human's choice in takeouts was not as horrible. But she would die before she admitted it. Though she did not understand where the cinnamon twists came from. They were not part of Chinese cuisine. “So? When do you plan to see a doctor?”
____...“I will see you later, Joey.” Elliot pressed a kiss to her temple as he opened the cab door for her. “Yeah, miss you already.” Joanne smiled at her best friend, the only person on her side in this world. Elliot flashed her his very charming smile which was not accessible to just anyone
____...“What the hell?” Pauline screeched. Joanne and Reagan snapped out of their stupor, Reagan pulling Joanne's shorts back up before fixing his own clothes as he quickly got off of her and she struggled to get to her feet. “That's what I should be saying, Lynn. What the hell? Stop showing







