Diane's POV
The morning light filtered through Joan's guest room window as I made my way down the hallway to find her. She had returned quite late from her meeting with Henry Reynolds, and I was eager to hear what he had discovered about Liam's offshore accounts and assets. The anticipation had kept me awake most of the night, my mind racing with possibilities.
I found Joan in her room, still in her silk pajamas, sitting cross-legged on her bed with a cup of coffee in her hands. Her hair was slightly tousled, and there was something different about her expression...a softness I hadn't seen before.
"Good morning," I said, settling carefully into the armchair by her window. "How did it go with Henry Reynolds?"
Joan's face immediately brightened, and I watched with growing curiosity as a soft pink flush crept up her neck.
