Page 152 of Smoke and Mirrors


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Definitely not bleary-eyed.Or wearing pajamas.Although she was wearing fluffy slippers, she had on jeans and a T-shirt, her hair pulled back, her face clean of makeup.She looked refreshed and far too chipper for that hour, especially for a new mom with twins.

“Mornin’,” Reese replied.

“Come in.Noah and Naomi are napping,” she said as she moved deeper into the house.

“Napping?”Brantley chuckled.“Isn’t that pretty muchallthey do?”

JJ grinned.“They were awake for almost a whole hour.”

“A whole hour?”he echoed.“And they get a nap for that?”

She giggled, leading the way to the kitchen.“Oh, hush it.”

“You seem extra chipper this mornin’,” Brantley told her.

“Oh, well, you know,” she said, making a show of scratching her nose.

“Is that…?”Reese reached for her hand.“Holy shit.He did it?He finally asked.”

Brantley frowned, glancing between them.“Asked what?”

Reese took JJ’s hand and held it out in front of him.

Staring at the diamond on her finger, Brantley pretended not to notice.“What?What am I lookin’ at?”

JJ laughed, then smacked him with her right hand.“Stop it.”

Brantley grabbed her and pulled her in for a hug.“Congratulations.”

She hugged him back.“Thank you.”

“Where is the lucky guy, anyway?”he asked when he released her.

“In the shower.He said he wanted to go into work for a little while.”

Brantley took a seat at the small island.“Why would he wanna do that?”

“Coffee?”JJ offered.

“Please.”

“He wants to pitch in.”

“He can do that from here,” Reese told her, nodding when she offered him coffee.

“He’s worried y’all don’t have enough people.”

“We’ve got bodies to fill the seats,” Brantley told her.“But no one can come close to replacing either one of you.That doesn’t mean we can’t get things done.”

“Did the new hires start?”

“Yep,” Reese answered.“Darius has ’em loggin’ Martin Calloway’s movements for the past two years.”

“Well, I did some research last night,” she said, leaning against the counter with her coffee cup in hand.“I’ve been tryin’ to figure out where the five-hundred k came from that Calloway paid Dr.Weaver.”

“Any luck?”

“Censorious,” she said.“It wasn’t too hard to find.”