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He stopped midstep and turned to me. “Easy is not how I remember it. We waited three years.”

“Oh please, I was barely legal when we first met. I’d had no idea what kind of horndog I’d gotten involved with. Besides, it’s not like you were sexually frustrated the entire time. We did a lot of other stuff.”

A mischievous grin touched his face. “We did perfect your oral skills.”

“Come on before someone overhears us.” I pulled him toward his car, a Porsche 911.

Just as he opened the passenger door, a man approached us. Immediately Dev stepped in front of me, blocking me from view, and I did my best not to cringe. I had to get ahold of my reaction. People would come at me from all sides when I made my political ambitions public.

“Judge Camden, is that Samina Kumar? Is she your date?”

“Yes” was all he said as he helped me get into the car.

“Isn’t it a breach of conduct to date an attorney whom you may preside over?”

I grimaced and saw Dev clench his jaw.

He shut the door and moved to his side.

As he opened his door, the reporter rephrased the question.

“Wouldn’t it be considered unethical to date someone you may see in your courtroom?”

“Dev don’t answer him,” I urged him. I’d learned if you gave them any info they’d keep hounding you.

Of course, he ignored me and spoke. “There is nothing unethical or in breach of conduct with my relationship with Ms. Kumar. If you’d done your research before jumping to conclusions, you’d be aware that I would never preside over any of her cases. I have it on record that Ms. Kumar and I have a personal relationship.”

This was news to me. I’d have to remember to ask him about it later.

Dev slid into the driver’s seat.

“One more question.”

I groaned inside and gave Dev an “I told you so” look.

“Who is Ms. Kumar to you? Is she a date set up by Clint Bassett? Or have you been seeing each other for a while?”

Dev contemplated for a second and then turned to the reporter.

“Samina Kumar is Samina Camden. My wife.”

Chapter Six

I gawked at Devin.I couldn’t believe his answer to the reporter.

He’d outed us. He voluntarily placed himself in the path of public scrutiny.

“Stop staring at me like that,” Dev said as he pulled out of the parking space. “I told you that I’m committed.”

“I…I don’t know what to think. In a matter of weeks, we went from arguing about making this a real marriage to you announcing that I’m your wife. I feel like I’m in a parallel universe.”

“For the record, this has always been a real marriage.”

The phone rang on the Bluetooth connection on the Porsche’s console. It was Dev’s mom.

“I think the cat’s out of the bag,” I said.

“That was fast. We left the reporter less than five minutes ago. You answer. The car is connected to your phone.”