“Yes, husband,” Raine said again, the word feeling strange but right on his tongue after keeping it buried for so long.

Cole stared at him like he’d grown a second head. He shifted on the couch, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, eyes wide and searching. “What the hell do you mean, husband? You got married? When? To who? I thought you were running for your life this whole time.”

Raine let out a slow breath and ran a hand through his hair. The late afternoon light coming through the dusty windows caught the silver watch on his wrist, making it glint. He looked around the old apartment...