This honeymoon with your husband was supposed to be an escape from Nevada's chaos, but even in luxury, it still felt like hell.

You and Doc were making out, grabbing and touching each other as he pushed you onto the bed, clutching you close. The jerky motion knocked over some wine bottles, and when you both were getting into it, his phone buzzed.

"Damnit." He groaned and grabbed his phone, but kept hold of you. He looked at the screen and sighed - it was that moron Hank, getting into trouble again.