“Listen husband, get a grip on yourself and grab that paper. If you drop it, I’ll kick your ass.” I threatened with a grin.
Mark came out of his stupor and handed the roll to me. I held it in both my hands, holding onto his hand as his fingers were still wrapped around it.
The heat that came off his hand was scorching. The touch – electric. A shiver ran down my spine and I was instantly covered in goose bumps.
“Wow,” I sighed and Mark let out a deep breath he’d been holding too.
“Yeah, wow.” He agreed quietly.
“Ah, Mr. White, just the person we were looking for!” A voice called down the corridor.
Mark turned to see who it was and a scowl flashed across his face immediately.
“Who is it?” I hissed. Mark shook his head at me, let go of my hand and walked over to meet up with whoever it was looking for him.
I moved to the other end of my cell to see if I could get a better angle on viewing down the hall but it wasn’t any better. They stayed just out of my sight.
But I could hear them faintly. I strained to listen but then one of the judges that was still standing near me began to talk to me.
“Well congratulations on your marriage. I hope everything works out and you are released soon. I know a bit about your case and I believe you should be free to go without any hassles as soon as the rest of the paperwork is completed by Det. Vichey.”
“Thank you,” I replied quietly, still trying desperately to hear the voices down the hall.
Suddenly Mark’s voice got louder and I heard him deny something with such conviction that I began to worry it was all going bad again.
“Who is he speaking to, can you see?” I suddenly asked the judge, reaching out to touch his arm.
“I’m not sure,” He leaned back to look down the hall. “Three other men, one is a police Detective, not Vichey though. Don’t recognize any of them, sorry.” He looked back at me and gave me a sympathetic smile.
“Thanks anyway.” I smiled back as best I could.
I wondered if it was Logan’s lawyers, if they were giving Mark a hard time about taking me away still. My heart started pounding as all the awful thoughts started to swarm through my head. Never seeing Mark again, Mark going to jail, Mark here without me, me there without him…
Tears started to course down my cheeks and I sank to the floor as all-out sobs racked my body. I cried hard, getting it all out, cried for Mark, cried for the loss of my parents, cried for Derek having to deal with Mark if I was taken away, cried for my jailbird last minute rushed wedding, just cried.
I don’t know how long it was before Mark was at my side, inside the cell, pulling me up into his arms and holding me tight, kissing my hair, kissing my forehead and cheeks. Rubbing his hands up & down my back, telling me everything was ok now. Telling me that it was over, telling me he loved me.
“Jaimes, come on baby, let’s go home okay?” His voice was soft in my ear, his lips brushing my lobe.
“Huh?” I managed as I tried to stop crying and take a deep breath.
“It’s over baby, we can go home now. You’re all mine and nobody can do anything about it anymore.” He sounded so relieved and so happy.
He was carrying me out of the cell and down the hall, I rested my head on his shoulder and wrapped my arms up around his neck, glad to be with him again, but so exhausted from the day that I don’t even remember leaving the police station.
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