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MY WIFE
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Ithought he forgot about that the night he chose a civil ceremony for us. I shouldn’t known better. It wasn’t like he could force a priest to marry us with a half an hour’s notice—not like he did with the judge—but when he never brought up having a second ceremony, I didn’t either.
Is this… is this what he’s been doing behind my back? Not cheating on me, but doing whatever he could to give me the wedding of my childhood dreams.
I don’t know what to say. Stunned by what Angela told me, I lift my fingers to my lips, tapping them with the tips, trying to make sense of all this.
Because… it makes sense, right? Or do I justwantit to?
“I like your ink.”
I glance over at her. Not gonna lie, but I wasn’t expecting the compliment on the heels of what she just said—especially when I’m not sure which one she’s referring to.
Taking pity on me, Angela taps her knuckle. “Your tattoo. It actually gives me an idea that my husband might like. He’s actually a bit of an artist himself.” A secretive smile tugs on her lips. “I have a few tattoos he gave me already.”
They must be hidden beneath her clothes. She’s wearing a silky blouse and a long flowing skirt, but unlike my devil tattoo and Link’s name on my finger, none of hers are on display.
Before I can say anything in response to that, her eyes light up.
Hurrying around the countertop, she says, “Speak of the devil,” a moment before the door opens.
For a split second, she says ‘devil’ and I expect Link to come stalking through the door.
Nope.
It’s acop.
Dressed in an SPD uniform, the man walks with the energy that he owns the place. He’s not as big as Link is, though I’ll admit he fills out his uniform very nicely. He has carelessly tousled black hair, steely blue eyes, and a smile curving his lips as he sees Angela running toward him.
He opens his arms up to her, lifting her off the ground, spinning her around before setting her back on her feet. Pressing a kiss to the top of her head, he releases her, then says, “I missed you, angel.”
She giggles. “I’ve only been at work for four hours, Mace. And you stopped by when I opened.”
“I know. I still missed you.” He turns to look at me, a quick up and down before dismissing me just as easily. “Busy?”
“All morning, yeah. It’s a good thing Louise let me come back to help her, and so she can finally take a break. Summer’s definitely our busy season.”
The cop—who, from her reaction and the thick gold band on his ring finger, must be her husband—loops his arm over her shoulder in a possessive manner. Squeezing her to him, nuzzling her close, he says, “I can’t wait for it to be over. You and me, we’ll take an extended honeymoon.” Another kiss, as though he can’t help himself, and then, “You know how much I like it when it’s just the two of us, angel.”
I envy them. They’re obviously still in the newlywed stage, with the way he can’t keep his hands to himself, and how she looks up at him with big doe eyes as she says, “I do.”
And then there’s me, who never got a honeymoon, but if Angela can be believed, it’s because Link’s planning another wedding for us first…
“I just wanted to stop in while I was patrolling this way,” her husband tells her, though he makes no move to release her. “I didn’t mean to interrupt you if you’re with a customer.”
Angela pats his in the chest. “Do you know who this is, baby? It’s Mrs. Crewes. Lincoln’s wife.”
Before, he gave me a quick once-over, scrutinizing me with those dark blue cop eyes, and dismissing me just as fast. But now… I don’t like the way he’s looking at me now.
Almost instinctively, my eyes dart to his nameplate.
M. Burns.
Crap.
Just my luck.
