Total pages in book: 184
Estimated words: 188108 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 941(@200wpm)___ 752(@250wpm)___ 627(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 188108 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 941(@200wpm)___ 752(@250wpm)___ 627(@300wpm)
“What? What children’s book?” she asked, turning to give him a confused look.
He couldn’t tell if she was still having him on or if she meant it.
“It’s not magical, which means that you didn’t wear your coat here yesterday.”
“It was warm yesterday.”
“It was thirteen degrees and that was the high!” he countered. “That is clearly coat weather.”
“Ahh, it is? Maybe I need a chart about when to wear a coat and when not.”
“How about this? For nine or ten months of the year, you need to wear your coat.”
“Wow. Really?”
“Yes, really.”
He grabbed one of Roman’s coats. It would still swamp her but at least she’d be warm. It was a navy peacoat that probably cost more than he made in a month.
But she deserved the best.
“All right,” she said cheerfully as she stared up at him.
She looked like a little girl playing dress ups in her dad’s clothes.
Adorable.
He added a scarf and hat that he found.
“It’s really hot in all this,” she complained as he led her out the door to Roman’s car. None of them drove that often, it just wasn’t worth it in London. But he wasn’t taking her into the center of the city today. He opened the door and she stared at the car.
“Wow. This car is pretty.”
“It’s not pretty,” he said. It was a classic Rolls Royce. It was manly.
“It has white seats. And gold bits. It’s pretty. I don’t want to mess it up.”
“You won’t mess it up,” he told her gently. He understood her feelings, he’d felt that way when he’d first moved into Roman’s house.
Everything had seemed so untouchable.
“I promise,” he added as he got her seated and put her belt on, buckling her in.
“It even smells expensive,” she told him, rubbing her hands over the leather.
He shut her door and climbed into the driver’s seat. As he started the car, she let out a quiet gasp.
“Ooh, and it sounds sexy.”
Yeah. It kind of did.
“So, do you know any good secondhand stores?” she asked as he drove. “Although we might need to be careful where we park this beauty.”
“Second hand stores?” he asked, wondering what she was talking about. “Why would we go to a secondhand store?”
“To buy me some clothes, of course.”
“You want to buy them from a secondhand store?” he asked.
“Well, yeah. I hadn’t really budgeted for new clothes.”
Shit.
He was such a twat. What was he thinking? Here he was demanding that she get new clothes and meanwhile she thought she had to pay for them?
It might help if you explained what you’re doing.
“Actually, I was thinking a different sort of clothing. Things that your Little might want to wear.”
“Oh. You were? Where do we get those clothes from? Will I fit things from the children’s department?”
Actually, she was so small that he thought she probably would. But he shook his head. “No, I was going to take you to a speciality shop.”
“Oh. Hmm.”
He knew there was something wrong. Even though her expression didn’t change. She had gone still and quiet.
Maybe because you didn’t tell her you’re paying, idiot.
“And because this is my suggestion, I’m going to pay for it all.”
She turned to give him a sharp look. “You will pay?”
“Yes.” He was ready for her protests and he had his arguments all worked out.
“Oh, that’s good then,” she said with a sigh.
He opened his mouth to lay out his arguments. And then realized he didn’t have to.
That was . . . odd.
She liked to argue about everything else he’d said or done, but this she just accepted? In fact, she’d started humming happily.
Would he ever understand her?
23
“Oh, this place is so cool!” Tamsyn skipped down an aisle filled with toys.
She couldn’t remember the last toy that she’d had other than her wolf. And there was sooo much here.
But they weren’t here to toy shop. She didn’t even know what she might like.
“Little one, come here.”
“But the clothes are back here.” She pointed further back. Why was he being such a slowpoke? And he’d gotten a cart. She wasn’t sure they needed one. All she was getting was one outfit.
This shop was surprisingly busy. She’d already seen one adult girl sitting in the front of the trolley and two men together. One of the men had a harness on and the man with him held the other end.
She didn’t like that much.
Salem had explained that this was a store that catered to Littles and their caregivers which was super cool.
“Come. Here. I won’t repeat myself again.”
Uh oh.
That was his stern voice. That meant she was in trouble.
Tamsyn was used to being in trouble, but she didn’t like the idea that she might disappoint Salem.
She slowly moved toward him. Her hand went instinctively behind her to protect her butt.
She didn’t know why, but he just had that look on his face.
The spanky-look.