Darcy buckled her seatbelt, then leaned back against the seat, looking over at him. Her hand went to the back of his neck of its own accord, fingers messing with the hair gently curling over the collar.
Her fingers stopped for a moment. "You did? Really? Like, 'don't call me unless you've lost a limb'?" Darcy asked, heart beating wildly.
They'd get a real honeymoon. Not one that's interrupted halfway through with death and madness. If that was her Valentine's present, she was totally fine with that. More than fine.