Kimberly smiled at the man facing her across their dining table. A few more, and she glided her hand on top of the table, strategically grabbing the hand of the man beside her. She intertwined their fingers. "Yes, officer. I am his wife."
Pete's faced remained flat, fixing the way he sat. He tilted his head, staring at her through his thick glasses and then at Jace, who was just staring at their clasped hand as if he was searching for something.
"We got married last week." She swallowed before faking a smile. She then turned to Jace, who hadn't been talking since they came into their house. Her eyes caught a view of his toned chest under his wet white shirt. For the second time, she swallowed before redeeming her poise. "Baby... The police thought I stole you
