Warren hailed the cab and he took my hand in his as we sat in the back seat. His wedding band reflected the light like an ominous beacon. I twirled it under my thumb so it spun around on his finger. He looked at me curiously.
“How many?” I whispered, wondering if he knew what I was asking.
He smiled. “First time.”
I raised my eyebrows at him.
“I have no reason to lie to you. You are the lie.” His face was void of emotion when he spoke and I wasn’t sure what to make of it. “It’s not too late to back out you know. You can still go home a loyal wife.”
From the corner of my eye I saw the cabby glance up quickly into his rearview mirror and I self-consciously lowered myself further into the plastic seats. I shook my head.
“I want this.”
And it was true. I wanted it more than anything and I couldn’t see myself turning back.