“You two married?” One of the officers leaned against the desk, studying Samantha.
She glanced up. It was late, and they were growing suspicious about why she was still here.
“I can’t leave yet. I’m staying with Drake,” she said simply.
And then, casually, she added, “He’s my husband.”
The words sent a ripple of surprise through the room. The officers exchanged looks, clearly taken aback. Even Drake, seated inside the cell, turned his head, his gaze locking onto her.
Married?
He had assumed she’d eat with him and then go home. But she hadn’t. She was still here. Stubborn, unyielding.
Was it because of that brief embrace earlier? Had it done something to her? Or was she just worried?
Meanwhile, his uncle was nowhere to be seen. Two nights behind bars, and still no sign of him. Impos
