Now that he was waking up, though, I could see the way he was practically bursting at keeping things quiet, and for once, I couldn’t blame him. There was an overwhelming desire to tell everyone that Theo was mine, and I lifted my head to kiss him hard.
“Why don’t you go check?” I said, grinning when he scrambled off the bed and began the search for his phone.
Shit.There was no telling where it was. I’d lost track of mine at some point, and it didn’t help that we’d put them on silent before walking into the chapel.
I sat up and scanned the wreckage of blankets, pillows, and clothes strewn across the room. Obviously we’d had a good time last night—the delicious ache in my body was also proof of that. Theo tossed things around as he searched for our phones, and I let myself enjoy the view.
“Found ’em,” he said as the pillows he’d thrown out of the way landed on me.
I took one and placed it behind my head. “Did we manage to stay off the radar?”
Theo swiped his thumb across the screen, and when his eyes widened, I knew the answer.
We’d been outed.
“I’ve never actually had a full voicemail box before,” he said, putting his phone on speaker as a familiar voice came over the line.
“Uh, what are you two going to Vegas for?” Alessio’s message started. “There’s nothing on the schedule, and I swear to God if you’re about to do something stupid?—”
Theo chuckled and hit the next message, and Amaya’s voice came over the line. “Of course you’re not answering your phone,” she muttered. “I just got a call to confirm you and Shep eloped in Las Vegas tonight. What part about communication being the most important thing slipped by you at our meeting?—”
I arched a brow at Theo as he smirked and turned off the message.
“Yes, Theo, how dare you not call your family’s manager to run our private life by her first,” I tsked.
Although, being in positions like ours, thatwasthe right thing to do. The smart thing. The wayI’dalways done things.
But like we’d said many times since we’d gotten together:Fuck it.
“Where’s your phone?”
“Dunno,” I said with a lazy shrug. “Don’t really care, either.”
“Sure you don’t. Shepard O’Neil Winchester the third is never as relaxed as this man lounging in my bed right now.”
“A, this is not your bed, and B, I’m not sure how many times I need to tell you this, but my name is now ShepardRinaldi.”
Theo snorted. “Which is exactly why I have…one hundred and forty-seven text messages.” He looked around the room, and when his eyes landed on his pants hanging off the side table, he grinned and reached under them for my phone. “Bet you have at least one hundred and fifty.”
“Why would I have more than you?” I said as I took the cell from him, not really caring one way or another.
“Because we’re inyourcountry. News would’ve traveled quicker here.”
I rolled my eyes as my phone powered on, and when the screen flashed up, I scoffed.
“I’m right, aren’t I?” Theo said, pulling the sheet over his crossed legs. “How many are there?”
They were still populating—that was how many there were.
“Shep?” I held up a finger, and Theo started to laugh uproariously. “Oh my God, and you thoughtmyprivate life needed to be reported on. Is itstillgoing?”
Nope. It had just stopped with a grand total of: “One full voicemail box, two hundred and four texts, and an amount of emails that’s making my eye twitch.”
“Merde. Apparently this kind of behavior is out of character for you, Mr. Winches—Rinaldi. Whereas mostexpectthis kind of scandal from me.”
“Oh?” I arched a brow. “Run off and gotten married before, have you?”
“Well, not married…exactly.”
