Chapter 17
Instead he scraped out, “Everything go okay?” and hoped his Cupid couldn’t hear the thumping of his heart.
His Cupid. As if.
“Everything went perfectly well.” Raine, despite the visible exhaustion of someone who’d been up all or most of the night, radiated smugness. “And the person I needed to talk to is somewhere safe. I can’t tell you details, but you know I’m working on the civil side of things, and she’s trying very desperately to leave this marriage, and it’s so ugly, but I think we’re on the way to getting it worked out.”
“And you’ll do whatever you can to set her free,” Don said. “Drink this. Coffee. Your usual. And a vanilla bean scone. Two of them.”
“Stop,” Raine said. “I don’t—”