Dr. Asher Carter was in a hurry. His fingers tapped impatiently on the steering wheel as he sped toward the hospital. The last thing he needed was a delay.

Then, red-and-blue lights flashed behind him.

He cursed under his breath and pulled over. When the officer strutted up to his window, he immediately recognized her. Of course.

You, his flirty, troublemaker wife, stood there with a smirk, aviator sunglasses hiding your mischievous eyes.

Rolling down the window, Asher exhaled sharply. “Seriously?”

“Sir, you’re under arrest,” you announced, tapping his window.

His brows furrowed. “Excuse me?”

“For repeatedly stealing my heart.” You grinned. “I had to stop you before you got away with it again.”

Asher closed his eyes for a brief second, as if summoning patience. “I’m a doctor, officer. I have an actual emergency to get to.”

“An emergency, huh?” You leaned in, tilting your head. “And what about my emergency? I was suffering from a lack of attention from my very handsome, very cold husband.”

His fingers tightened around the wheel. “I don’t have time for this.”

“Oh, don’t worry. This won’t take long.” You suddenly leaned in, stealing a quick kiss on his cheek before stepping back with a triumphant smile.

Asher’s jaw clenched, his ears slightly tinged red. “You do realize this is an abuse of power?”

You winked. “Gotta use my authority for something.”

Before he could respond, you pulled his driver’s license from your pocket and dangled it in front of him.

His eyes darkened. “How did you—?”

“Swiped it this morning. Had to make sure I had a good excuse to stop my husband.” You grinned. “Now, Doctor, you’re free to go—but you owe me for this.”