“I just did.”
He did. Though belatedly.
In order to keep conversing and not fighting, I didn’t point out the belatedly part.
Instead, I informed him, “You’re freaking me out.”
His brows shot together.
“Why?” he asked.
“Because you’re thoughtful, or more thoughtful than I thought you’d be.”
“If you’d let me in a year ago, by now you’d know intimately just how thoughtful I can be,” he replied, and that was when my brows shot together.
“Just saying right now, you have precisely two more opportunities to throw that in my face, and then you’re done,” I snapped.
He looked at the ceiling.
Then he looked at me, his hand snaking out, hooking around the back of my neck and his mouth came down on mine.
In Cherry Creek, at Nordstrom’s, he laid a hot, heavy, wet one on me.
Then he lifted his head and I blinked, trying to remember what we were talking about, at the same time trying to make certain my knees didn’t fail me.
“Go. Shop,” he urged softly. “And don’t freak if you see Lucky or Santo trailing you. They’re both on you unless I’m with you and they’re both here.”
This was news.
Lucky and Santo were Zano family sidekicks. I’d met them both during Ava’s Rock Chick Ride. I also didn’t know what to make of either, as in, if they were buffoons or if they concealed crafty under a thick veneer of moron.
Since he was kind of their employer so hopefully didn’t think they were buffoons, I didn’t ask Ren his opinion on this.
Instead, I asked, “They are?”
Ren nodded.
“Since when and… how?”
“Since I called between you getting corralled by the Rock Chicks, then saving you from the Rock Chicks, and I told them to haul their asses here to watch your ass.”
“You know I can take care of myself,” I told him.
“I know I’ll feel better if you got backup,” he told me.
“I’m uncertain, since you’re here, why you aren’t my backup.”
“If I was your backup, I couldn’t use this time to return the fifteen messages I got while we’ve been dealing with this shit.” His eyes started heating and he concluded, “And if I was with you when you bought what you’re about to buy, I wouldn’t get the surprise I suspect I’ll like later.”
This was a very good answer.
“I think it’s time for me to go shopping,” I announced, and he smiled.
Getting his smile, I leaned into him but lifted up to my toes.
He touched his mouth to mine before he murmured, “Go.”
“’Kay,” I murmured back and pushed away.
I got two steps in before he called, “Ally?”
I turned back.
Eyes holding mine, he stated, “I don’t need those two opportunities. That one was one too many. It was also out of line. That’s done.”
I stared at him, knowing what I was feeling but unable to put it into words.
Then I found the words.
“You do know I think you’re the shit, right Zano?”
They were the right words.
I knew this when he gave me another smile and replied, “I know.”
I tipped my head to the side and lifted the credit card I was still holding. “Do I have any limits?”
His answer was a question. “Is tonight special?”
