After we left the garage, Raven put his hand on my back. He complimented, “You were fierce, Wife.”

I rolled my eyes and took a step away, “Behave, Raven. We are in public.”

He stepped towards me and put his arm around my shoulder, “Who cares. You are my Wife.”

“I care,” I spoke through gritted teeth.

Some minutes later, as Raven drove through the quiet streets of Las Vegas, I couldn’t help but frown as I glanced at the rearview mirror.

Raven caught my expression from the ...