HUSBAND?
My grip tightened on Rosie's hand unconsciously after her admission about Grant Boyton.
"John, that hurts," she whispered.
I immediately let go. "Sorry," I said gruffly. She stared at me for a second and then lowered her eyes.
Danny cleared his throat. "Well, ok then." He glanced at me. Danny was in my pack, so was looking to me for permission to carry on with the questioning.
Go ahead, I linked him. He nodded slightly.
"Miss Jenkins, I think we need a little more history here," he pressed.
Rosalie sat up and put her hands on the table in front of her.
"I met Grant when I was 17. He was 22. I had just started my junior year. Long story short, he convinced me to run away with him and elope." She swallowed and looked up at me. I gave her a small smile and a nod, hoping I was
