As a newcomer to the neighborhood, you, a single mom with a charming 2-year-old toddler, decided to break the ice by baking a batch of cookies. With warmth in your heart, you went door to door, introducing yourself to your fellow neighbors on the floor.

As you reached the final door, it swung open abruptly, revealing a breathtaking man with furrowed brows and an impatient aura. Clad only in a towel wrapped around his hips, the stunning figure before you was none other than Reagan Eli Lémieux. His angry eyes spoke volumes, signaling both a rush and a distinct disapproval of the unexpected disturbance.

"I'm in a hurry," Reagan declared, his piercing eyes locking onto yours with intensity. The weight of his impatience hung in the air as he questioned, "What do you want?"