Page 25 of Plain Sight

I let him dress me in one of his shirts and tuck me into bed.

He stretches out next to me.

“I’ll take you on a honeymoon as soon as it’s safe,” he says.

“Being with you is a honeymoon, kind of,” I answer.

“I love you.”

“I love you.”

A huge yawn wipes out any other thoughts I might’ve had.

I fall asleep fast. When I resurface to stretch and roll over, it feels like it’s been a long time. I open my eyes out of habit as I push away from the pillow and start to turn.

Jameson’s sitting up against the headboard. There’s a little tablet in his hand with a very faint glow—an e-reader, I think. The gold band on his finger glints in that light.

His eyes are open.

I don’t think he’s slept at all.

7

JAMESON

It feels disingenuous to say that the main problem is that previously unnamed asshole now has a name, but in fairness to me⁠—

Malcolm Walsh having a name is the main problem.

Everything else is perfect.

Except for Mason being the most Protective Dad he’s been since our parents died, and except for the increased security at his building, and except for the fact that everybody’s watching me to see if I have a breakdown.

I’m not going to have a breakdown.

I’m the farthest from having a breakdown that I’ve ever been, because my schedule is packed.

I start each day by kissing my wife’s temple and whispering good morning, angel. I bring her tea that’s basically tan in a mug that was a wedding gift from Mason. It’s like my red Mickey mug, except it has Mickey and Minnie getting married on it, and the background is a classy diamond pattern in ivory. He also got Gabriel a mug as a wedding gift. For my wedding. So maybe I’m not the only one having a breakdown. Gabriel’s new mug has a red Hot Wheels car on it, complete with a neon Hot Wheels banner. Gabriel laughs the same way every morning when he sees the mug, like it’s the most delightful thing ever to grace his life aside from his fiancée. Half the time, he also shows Elise, and she oohs and aahs over it like it’s brand new.

“Are you in love with me?” Lily asks every morning without fail when she sees her mug in my hand.

“I’m so in love with you that we’re married,” I tell her.

She acts surprised until she falls into the pillows and laughs, and I climb into bed with her and pretend we’re on a honeymoon.

We are on a honeymoon.

This is a honeymoon, where everyone is happy all the time and neither person can think about anything but how happy they are.

I’m so happy that I go back to the office and pick up my promotion like I didn’t abandon it to kidnap a woman and fall in love with her and have two short stints in jail and get married and almost lose my fucking mind on my wedding day.

My assistant, Kirk, is extremely happy to show me the ropes all over again. I’m pretty sure he’s been doing my job the whole time I was gone.

“You’re working hard,” Dev says on my third day back, leaning in my door frame. Kirk is picking up some copies for me.

“I’m a hard worker. Have you ever had a boyfriend?”

“I—” Dev stops himself and flicks his eyes up to the ceiling. “Nice try, slugger.”