Renato’s surprise little honeymoon, or lack of honeymoon, was a disaster last night. I woke up in bed wrapped in covers alone. I tried to stay up and wait for him, but he never came back, and the guards wouldn’t let me leave. I tried to call and check on RJ, but it was too late, and he was asleep. I threw the covers back and stood to stretch, then headed to the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. All night I had nightmares. I tossed and turned, worrying Renato was in trouble or worse. I blew out a breath and picked up the toothbrush, immediately reminded of the large five-carat ring on my finger. Anyone would love being the wife of Renato Calabresi, but all I could feel was sadness.
“Don’t cry,” I muttered and turned to pick up the paste to brush my teeth. After rinsing out my mo
