Marriage First, Mate Second
August interjects, reaching into his back pocket, “I got this from after I cuffed her. She was so furious with me that she didn’t even notice what I’d done.”
It’s a small, leatherbound book. August hands it to my husband, and upon analyzing its contents, my mate breaks into a broad grin.
“It’s her contacts, and their locations,” my husband says incredulously, “August, this is amazing! But why would she have it with her? Why not password protected computer files? I don’t understand.”