During the long ride, I had decided that newlyweds kissing would not be considered tasteless, and Roger seemed to agree. It wasn’t like the driver’s opinion mattered. It might be good for him to share with the people of Starten stories of our passionate love. In his arms, I tried to block out all thoughts of anything but him.
“We’re almost there, Mr. Kingston,” the driver called back to us.
Roger groaned and pulled away from me. “Slight interruption, my love,” he said, straightening up.
The feelings I had earlier for Roger seemed reignited. Maybe I had been wrong to doubt myself. Could I be falling in love with him? I hoped my first instincts were correct.
“Are you going to tell me where you are taking me?” I asked, snuggling closer to him.
“You’ll just have to wait and see. I can tel
