Author's note: All right, I have to say I'm not really sure about this whole story. Just let me know what you think of it...
She closed her eyes, rubbing her temples in a vain attempt to relieve her headache.
Her mind went back once again to that particular moment when Jane had stepped out of the courthouse as a free man and joined her in her car.
He'd barely waited for her to look at him before blurting out a most unexpected statement.
"I want you to be my wife."
She'd stared at him for a good five minutes after that. In the end she'd been surprised to find herself muttering a somewhat awkward okay by way of an answer.
They'd had a quiet wedding close to the sea, and he'd simply moved in with her.
A month was all they'd had together. And now he was gone.
Perhaps she would never see him again.
She sighed as she grabbed her cellphone and dialed a now familiar number.
Walter Mashburn picked up almost immediately.
He always did.