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"You have to admit that our ploy worked," Chase said as they tucked into their waffles on their first day of waking up married. "Ever since we got married, no drug smugglers have been following us around." He bet that Will would be proud of him, but he hadn't dared to update him since their "wedding."
"Well, to be fair, none of them were following you around. I'm sorry to tell you, but you've married into a very sketchy situation."
"I picked up on that." He eyed her as she dragged a piece of waffle through her syrup. With her hair in a ponytail drawn through the back of a visor, she looked even younger than she had yesterday. He thought about what she'd been through at the hands of the smuggling ring, and his heart ached. "Has it been scary for you?"
"Very," she admitted. "I can tell
