Reid had a plan.
A quiet, subtle, incredibly well-researched plan.
It started with cheesecake. Then garlic knots. Then Tabitha's favorite "emotional support lasagna" (yes, the very one that nearly got her banned from the cafeteria for dramatic weeping over an empty tray in freshman year).
He even had data to back it up. A detailed chart on her calorie preferences, stress-triggered snack cravings, and a highly classified "Emergency Cinnamon Roll Protocol" he activated whenever she looked too toned for his emotional stability.
Because here's the thing.
Reid—genius, former menace to society, now reformed FBI consultant with more degrees than a thermometer—had one weakness.
Too many people were ogling his fiancée.
And he hated it.
It wasn't just the compliments. It was the DMs. The photographers who "just happened" to linger too long. The tech billionaires who smiled too wide when Tabitha entered the room.
