Page 348 of Black Reign

Like he still can't believe I'm real.

My hand settles against his chest.

The simple dark band I put on his finger catches against his white shirt.

Husband.

Still strange.

“Come outside with me.”

His brows lift.

“Where?”

“The field.”

“It’s dark.”

“Yes.”

“There's a reason people invented houses.”

“I spent my childhood out there.”

“That explains a lot.”

I pinch his side.

He catches my hand and brings my fingers to his mouth.

One kiss against my knuckles.

My stomach flips.

I may never become accustomed to that.

“Blanket,” I tell him.

Xavier studies my face for a second.

Something in his expression shifts.

He understands.

Naturally.

“Give me five minutes.”

He takes eight.

I count.

When Xavier finally comes through the back door, he has an old wool blanket over one shoulder, a bottle of champagne in one hand, two glasses hooked between his fingers, and another blanket folded beneath his arm.

I stare.

“You packed for an expedition.”