I married a stranger in Vegas. That was my first mistake.
My second? Thinking a hot cop who responds to "I love you" with a thumbs-up emoji could actually be husband material.
Detective Mike Sullivan doesn't do feelings, doesn't do long texts, and definitely doesn't do relationship drama. His idea of communication is "K" and "👍" – and I'm supposed to decode that like some kind of digital archaeologist.
But when Miami PD raids the strip club where I'm having "professional development" with my coworkers, and my own husband is the one arresting me in front of my entire office?
That's when I realize this accidental marriage might be more complicated than I thought.
Because apparently, being interrogated by your spouse in an actual police station isn't covered in any marriage handbook I've read.

My Cop Husband Can't Text

Three months had passed since the undercover disaster, and honestly? Things were getting surprisingly normal. Mike had learned to send actual sentences via text, and I'd stopped having minor panic attacks every time he was thirty minutes late from work.
*Normal. What a weird concept for a marriage ...

Chapter 11