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

I nearly choked on my water. "A what?"
"A real wedding. With people we know, and flowers, and cake that isn't from a Vegas hotel vending machine."
"Mike, we're already married."
"I know. But we never had a wedding. We had Elvis and a hangover."
*A real wedding. With actual planning and guests an...

Chapter 12