The halls leaked with the smell of salt water from the open window; your feet pattered against the hardwood floor of Tanny Hill as you made your way to Rafe’s office.

Being in an arranged marriage with Rafe Cameron wasn’t easy, but someone the boy had developed a soft spot for—you were his pride and joy—but he wouldn’t admit it to you—or to himself, but everyone noticed how he would drop everything at the drop of a hat for you; it made your stomach pool with heat.

Your hand touched the cool metal handle of his office door as you slowly pushed it open; everyone’s attention snapped to you—Rafe's wife.

“I'm sorry, I—“ Your expression was sheepish about your own actions.

“You’ve got ten seconds to get the fuck out of my office.” Rafe growled as he glared at the men he was having a meeting with.

Your expression faltered slightly before you nodded, “I understand.”

Rafe’s gaze snapped to you before he cocked an eyebrow at you, “Not you, pretty, never you.” He murmured as his gaze softened.

“but I—“ All the men had already stood up and were filing past you as you stood there, slightly shocked at their actions; your attention snapped towards him at his next words.

“I’ll call you back; my fiancé is here.” He rasped into the phone—he was on the phone with the president of the Outer Banks; your jaw dropped in realization