Julie nodded, swallowing through the ache in her throat. “And I handled it the wrong way too.” Marcus looked up at her. “Can we—” he started, then stopped like he didn’t trust the ask. Julie stepped closer, finally close enough to touch him. She placed her hand over his on the armrest. “No more secrets,” she said. “No more,” Marcus agreed, squeezing her fingers.
“No more cameras,” Julie added. “I’ll take them down tonight.” Marcus exhaled, relief and hurt mixed together. “Thank you.” Julie took a shaky breath. “And you don’t do this alone anymore,” she said. “If you’re trying, I’m in it with you. Not as your guard. Not as your detective. As your wife.” Marcus’s eyes shone. “Okay,” he whispered.