Page 34 of Accidentally Wedded To A Werewolf

Ben twisted out of the headlock and straightened. “Just talk to your wife, man. You got through the whole dinner without yelling at each other, that’s progress. Not to mention that you two were fucking like rabbits?—”

Oliver swiped at him.

Ben leaped out of the way easily. He was always the agile one, fast to Oliver’s strength.

“Go to work, jackass,” Oliver whispered. “And she’s not my wife!”

Ben skipped the rest of the way to the lobby, like an asshole.

“Missed you on our run this morning,” he yell-whispered from the lobby.

Oliver gestured helplessly at Luna’s door.

“Bring her along,” Ben continued to yell-whisper and skipped out of the lobby.

Oliver stood silently in the hall, listening. Luna’s room wasn’t soundproofed, and there were no signs that she’d heard. Just the same scribbling noises that had been happening since he arrived in front of her door. The occasional swear and the sound of ripping paper.

Oliver gritted his teeth and knocked.

Another swear, then, “Uhhh, come in!”

Oliver openedthe door.

Luna threw a notebook under the pillow and stood, hair bouncing. She’d straightened it, and she was wearing her style of clothes again, all stylish and sleek. She’d gone around every single clothes shop in town while Oliver shook in freezing agony back at the inn.

Oliver asked, “What’s that?”

“What’s what?” Luna twirled a strand of hair around her finger. She did that a lot, Oliver noticed—tried to be cute to distract whoever she was talking to. It would have worked if Oliver wasn’t so stubborn.

He pointed at the edge poking out from under the pillow. “It looked like a notebook.”

“Oh,that.” Luna waved at it dismissively, shoving the notebook fully out of sight. “It’s… my ideas notebook. For marketing stuff.”

“Top secret?”

Luna laughed, short and sharp. “You could say that.”

She tugged on her hair, her shiny lips pressing into a thin, white line. She was nervous, he realized. He almost wanted to tease her for it. But she looked so uncharacteristically shy, and he didn’t want to piss her off before asking the next question.

“I was heading into town,” he said. “Do you want to come?”

She squinted at him. “I feel like the actual question is ‘Can you come with me into town so I don’t pass out on the side of the road?’”

He waited. “And?”

“I’m thinking.”

He sighed. Of course, she wouldn’t make this easy.

Luna hummed. Stroked her chin. Hummed some more.

“I do actually have things to do,” Oliver started.

She spoke over him. “What do I get out of it?”

Then she stood there, twirling her damn hair. Oliver wished he didn’t find it so hot. Since when was he into spoiled rich girl chic, which still clung to her even back when she was wearing Sabine’s sleep clothes?

“I’m still pretty disappointed you guys don’t do massages,” she continued. “Yeah, I was just about to leave a Yelp review.”

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