Fallon
Adjusting to married life should’ve been easy. Or at least that’s what I thought.
I had my own room, my own bathroom, and an entire household staff to ensure that I never even had to see Reid if I didn’t want to.
But somehow, despite all of that, Reid Callahan still managed to get under my skin. Because of course that was all he knew how to do.
It all started on a very fine day while I was minding my own business.
The first issue arose when I stepped into my luxurious en-suite bathroom one morning after a quick run around the premises and nearly slipped on a puddle of water.
I gasped, grabbing the counter for balance before whipping my head toward the cause—l there was water everywhere!!!.
Steam clung to the mirrors, droplets trailed across the marble floor, and the faint sce
