Her Odd Request

Joanne scoffed. "Winchester? In what universe would I be suited to marry the grandson of Philip Winchester?" Her voice was laced with disbelief. "Who in their right mind would believe I was engaged to a Winchester?"

Yet, despite her outward defiance, her eyes flickered toward the hallway—searching for JD. The last thing she wanted was for him to overhear this. By now, he must have already picked up enough rumors about her from the townsfolk, but this? This was a part of her past she wasn't ready to let anyone in on.

He wasn't there. She heard the shower running upstairs.

Relief washed over her.