The whole way back to Louisa’s house, Rafe drove one-handed so he could hold my left hand in his right. I could tell he was nervous, too, wanted to stay as connected with me now as he could. Despite his obvious tension, it was reassuring to feel his fingers entwined with mine, to look over at his fine profile and know that he truly was my husband now. Simon hadn’t been able to prevent our joining, despite all his machinations.
I could only hope his defeat would be just as inevitable.
When we got to the house, we could hear raised voices inside. Oscar and Louisa, quarreling. I didn’t have to guess what they were arguing about, although they stopped as soon as Rafe rang the doorbell. Oscar answered the door, his expression tight with anger.
“You’re married?” he asked, although I noticed h
