“Come on’ wildflower. Stop being so hard headed will ya’?” Caleb sighed. Out of all the places you both could meet, It has to be on a train with marshals right beneath your noses.

There’s no need for you to trust him. You’d never work together with a bastard who wants nothing but trouble.

“You need to relax. Pretend you don’t hate every fiber of my being. Pretend you’re actually married and In love with me if you don’t want us to get caught.” His suggestion is stupid and unreliable. What if he suddenly leaves you by yourself and turns you in?

He’s enjoying this. Enjoying how frustrated you are and having no choice but to comply with his little plan.