Fallon
If I was going to be dragged on this sudden trip, I was going to make damn sure I looked good doing it.
Better than good. Unforgettable.
So I packed accordingly.
Every outfit was meticulously chosen. Every accessory, every pair of heels, every carefully coordinated look—flawless. No one was going to doubt for a second that I belonged at Reid Callahan’s side.
He wanted me to play the part? Fine. I’d play it better than he ever expected.
And I wasn’t stopping with just myself.
Reid Callahan was not walking into that resort in some boring, last-minute suit. No way.
If we were making an appearance together, we were going to match.
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By the time Reid finally emerged from his office, suitcase in hand, I was ready.
I gave him one look—from the effortlessly expensive sweater and
