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

If someone had told me I'd be spending Friday night in a police station, I would have assumed I'd been arrested for something stupid like unpaid parking tickets. I never imagined I'd be here as a witness in a money laundering case, giving a statement about a strip club raid where my own husband caug...

Chapter 7