Tessa thought, ‘Yeah, we probably won’t cross paths, but I can always have someone steer the targets toward where Aria is

    Aria turned off her phone and focused on having fun, snapping photos along the way. She and Owen hit up all the famous spots and even dressed in local clothes.

    They were having fun right up until thest day, when Tessa sent over a file. She texted: [This guy’s a hitman. If you run into him, see if you can nab him.]

    Not long after she got the message, Aria spotted the guy from the photo at their hotel. She knew that Tessa was pulling the strings behind this.

    She thought, ‘At least she waited until ourst day-guess that’s her way of being considerate. She then shared the info with

    Owen.

    They shared a nce and decided to take the target down before they left. They set the time for that night.

    Tessa shared the target’s location with them.

    Aria and Owen headed out.

    “Madelyn, let’s do this together and wrap it up quickly,” Owen said.

    Once the real fight started, Aria finally realized why Tessa had steered the target their way. She wasn’t sure she could take him down by herself.

    It still took Aria and Owen five minutes to bring the target in.

    Tessa texted: [Didn’t expect Mr. Shaw to be this badass. No wonder you ended up with him.]

    Aria replied: [Just make sure my pay hits my ount.]

    Tessa replied: [No problem.]

    When Aria and Owen got off the ne, they saw international news about Flynt being sentenced.

    Owen’s mood got even better at the news. He said, “Madelyn, isn’t the weather just perfect today?”

    Aria nced outside at the swirling snowkes and replied, “Seriously? Are you messing with me right now?”

    A cold breeze blew in, and Owen adjusted her crooked scarf, pressing his lips together in a gentle smile. He said, “I’m just so happy, I didn’t even notice it was snowing.”

    Aria gave him a helpless look and said, “Let’s just head home.”

    Owen was always on his best behavior in public-at most, he’d sneak a quick kiss. After holding back for two months, he kept on holding back.

    Since they’d just gotten back from overseas, they needed to adjust to the time difference and get some rest. The two of them slept straight through until noon.

    The snow on the balcony was already about a finger deep.

    Aria stepped outside, her feet sinking into the soft snow with a muffled sound that was surprisingly soothing. She tilted her head back and held out her right hand to catch the falling snowkes.

    turned to toss it at him.

    Owen didn’t dodge. The snow hit his chest, fell to the ground, and slowly melted into water.

    Aria arched her eyebrow in triumph.

    Owen let out a softugh, stepped onto the balcony, and quickly scooped up a handful of snow to toss back at her.

    Aria was caught off guard, getting a face full of snow. Just as she was about to get up, his gentle lips found hers. A bit of snow melted on their lips as they kissed.

    When thest bit of snow had melted away between them, Owen finally let go. He then asked, “Madelyn, want to build a

    snowman?”

    “How about this-you make one of me, and I’ll make one of you?” Aria suggested.

    “Sure,” said Owen.

    They jumped right into action.

    Aria molded the body and head of her snowman, but soon realized there wasn’t enough snow. She tossed a little snowball at Owen’s feet and said, “Go bring some over from my balcony.”

    “Whatever you say, honey,” Owen replied with a grin.

    No sooner had he finished speaking, they exchanged a look, and for couple of seconds, the air went still.

    Owen cleared his throat, his cars turning a little red. He asked. ‘Did I say it wrong?”

    Aria smirked and said, “Nope, that’s right. Now get moving

    Owen got up and left the balcony, leaving Aria sitting there by herself, her smile growing wider and wider. She muttered,

    Idiot.”

    Aria flicked the snowman’s head, and a big chunk of its forehead caved in. She nced around, then pinched off some snow from the snowman Owen had made and fixed the dent.

    She thought, ‘Since it is supposed to be me, I have every right to do whatever I want with it.

    Once she started messing with it, she just kept going. The two snowmen were right next to each other, close enough for her to grab with just a reach.

    When Owen came back with more snow, he found the snowman he had made was a total mess, while Aria’s was already starting to look pretty good.

    He crouched down and said helplessly, “Madelyn, that’s supposed to be you, you know. Who goes around wrecking their own body like that?”

    Aria didn’t even look the least bit guilty. She said, “You can mess with mine too, as long as you’re not afraid I’ll smack you.”

    “Are you gonna domestically abuse me now?” Owen teased, pretending to be hurt.

    “Please, you know you can’t take me anyway,” Aria shot back.

    Owen leaned his head on her shoulder and said, “Yeah, my wife’s way too strong for me.”

    Aria poked his head away with her finger and said. “Your clothes are soaked from the snow. They’re a bit wet. Come on, hurry up with your snowman-I’m almost finished over here.”

    Owenughed and said, “Alright.”

    Owen was quick, and his snowman turned out better than Aria’s.

    The more Aria looked at her snowman, the less satisfied she felt. She asked, “Why don’t you just fix it yourself?”

    Owen replied, “Please, I’m already ridiculously handsome-no need for any adjustments. How about we snap a pic and post it on status? Let’s let everyone know we’re back.”

    “Sure,” said Aria.

    Owen set up the camera and adjusted the timer.

    They stood behind the snowmen, copying their poses.

    Owen used Aria’s phone to post on her status. He posted the picture and texted: [Building snowmen together.]

    This time, Wilson was the first toment. Hemented: [Aria, the one you made looks awesome. That guy Owen’s is just so-so.]

    Aria raised an eyebrow and typed back: [Which one looks the best?]

    Wilson replied: [Of course the one that looks like you.]

    Aria was speechless.

    Owen texted: [Hey, the one my wife made of me is the best-looking.]

    Wilson took a couple of minutes to reply: [I meant the snowman Aria made is the best-looking one.]

    Owen texted: [So you’re saying the one I made of her isn’t good-looking?]

    Calebmented: [They’re both awesome.)

    Cathy chimed in: [Caleb’s right. Come on, they’re so good it’s off the charts. Wilson, you seriously have no taste.]

    Frustrated and unable to exin himself, Wilson quickly DMed Owen, sending a long rant ofints.

    Owen ignored him and went to snuggle with Aria. He asked, “It’s cold out. Want to go rest some more?”

    There’s floor heating. It’s not cold,” Aria replied.

    Owen gave her hand a little tug and said, “I’m still sleepy. Will you keep mepany for a nap?”

    Aria replied, “Alright.”

    The next second, Owen scooped her up and carried her straight to the bedroom.

    Aria gave his hand a gentle pat and said, “Shower first.”

    “Sure, let’s shower together,” Owen replied, a yful glint in his eyes.

    The End.

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