Angels & Wolves | Book One

Chapter Forty-Eight

Rio's POV

"Hey, Ri!" Oz called from the bathroom.

"Yeah, babe?" asked Rio, dragging her charcoal pencil across the pristine white page in her sketchbook.

"I have to tell you something," replied Oz. Rio shifted her eyes from her page and saw Oz standing in the doorway of the bathroom with a towel around his waist. Little droplets of water ran down his chiseled stomach, making that spot just beneath her belly to heat to a million degrees. They've been married for over a month and seeing Oz half naked still twisted her stomach in knots.

Seeing her husband's guilty expression, Rio lifted herself from her position on their bed and said, "What is it, honey?"

"I should have told you sooner, but I didn't know how," he said, running his fingers through his hair. Rio crawled off the bed, abandoning her picture, and stood in front of Oz.

"Tell me what?"

Oz didn't reply. He refused to look her in the eyes.

Rio grabbed his chin and forced him to look at her. "Oz. I love you, but you need to tell me."

"There's an annual camping and hunting trip that falls on the third weekend of August," he finally said. "I would take you, but it's sort of like a training camp for the men..."

"I know," said Rio. "Guys only. Alice Grace told me about it. Don't worry about me, Oz. I can take care of myself and everyone else. I'm an angel remember? And your Luna."

Oz's lips turned up in a smile. "Yes, I remember. But we leave tomorrow. I just... I should have told you before tonight."

Rio grinned at her husband and slid her hands up his stomach, to his chest. "You're right. You should have told me."

Oz raised an eyebrow. "Am I in trouble, Mrs. de la Vega?"

A wicked grin resided on Rio's lips. "Oh, I'll show you trouble, Mr. de la Vega."

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