“What I’m saying is, I have my own money,” I told him.
“Ally, we’re not arguing about this,” he told me.
I was trying to be confused and not pissed, though, in truth, I was both.
In order to acquire the information needed not to be confused, or pissed, I asked, “Are you saying my emergency provision purchases are on you?”
He looked at the card I was holding aloft and then at me.
However, he didn’t verbalize his answer.
That was still an answer.
So now no confusion and I was stuck with trying not to get pissed.
I pushed the card his way. “I’ve got it.”
“And I said we’re not arguing about this.”
“Zano, I make my own money.”
To this, he asked strangely, “Was it you sittin’ in that booth with me, beer, bourbon and the Bears?”
“Yes,” I answered the obvious.
“And was it you cryin’ in my arms over Sadie?”
“Yes, Zano, but—”
“And was it you who opened my Christmas present naked in my bed on Christmas morning?”
I narrowed my eyes on him. “Where is this leading?”
He didn’t answer my question or wait for an answer to his. He kept up his bizarre interrogation.
“And was it you who told me you loved me in a motel room this morning?”
I crossed my arms on my chest. “You know it was.”
“And who were you with all those times?” he asked.
“Zano. You!” I snapped. “What’s the deal?”
“And do you know me?” he pushed, and I sucked in breath.
I knew him.
And I got him.
He knew I got him and this was why he said, “You know what you signed on for, babe. Now take my card, buy what you need and text me to sign for it so we can get outta this fuckin’ place.”
I had to admit, his desire to exit the mall without delay was a surprise. Ren dressed really well. Although it would be a hit to his alpha badass to be comfortable in a mall, the results of said comfort couldn’t be argued.
Still, I found it interesting he clearly had an aversion to the mall.
This made me wonder where he got his clothes.
“Ally?” he prompted, and I focused on him.
Seeing as we were together together, I loved him, he loved me, I decided in that moment to try new conversational gambits that might result in actually conversing and not fighting.
Therefore, quietly, I pointed out, “You know what you signed on for, too.”
“Yeah,” he agreed instantly. “I also know my woman’s apartment exploded. So I want to get her across from me at a nice dinner with booze so she can relax. Then I want her at home with me in my bed so I can make her really relax.”
I was down with both of those.
Ren kept going.
“And she’s facing a variety of shit, including a lot of shopping, which is going to cost a whack and take a lot of time. You can do that. I want no part of that. I’m doin’ this. And I want this done quickly. But I also want you to have something nice that makes you feel good that’s from me so that makes it special, so you can have something special on a very special day that, unfortunately, included your apartment exploding. Not something you like that you can afford that’ll do. So, go, enjoy and,” he leaned in, “text me when I gotta sign something.”
Oh my God.
That was really nice.
As in, really.
“You could have explained it like that,” I shared.
