“Ah, I see what it is. You want some alone time with your beloved. I’ll get out of your way. Stilllaughing, Bogdan walks off towards the Wrangler parked right behind the Benz.
Scowling, I get into the back beside Camila and tap the driver’s seat in front of me. The partition rollsup at once, cutting us off from the front of the vehicle and ensconcing us in the soundproof
“You realize this is abduction, right?” she asks as soon as we start moving.
“Abduction? I think you’re confused. You’re my wife. Where I go, you go.”
Her green eyes are bright with denial. “I am no such thing. If I go before any court of law and say thatI was forced into marrying you, that makes this—whatever this is—null and void.”
“Good luck getting to any court,” I chuckle.
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