Page 76 of Unwrapping Romance

“Excellent choice. Your little girl will love all of it.”

“Really?” I cocked my head. “You just said that it was for teenagers and not four-year-olds? A sudden change of heart since it’s more expensive?” My brow arched.

“Sierra.” Jack looked at me.

Francine ignored my comment. “How about bedding? We have lovely options over here.”

“Hello Kitty! Hello Kitty!” Ellie pointed to a comforter spread out on a bed.

“How adorable.” I smiled. “Do you like Hello Kitty, Ellie?”

“Yeah. I miss mine. It’s at home with my mom.”

Francine looked strangely at me. “You’re not her mother?” she asked.

Like it was any of her damn business.

“No. I’m the woman her father had an affair with. I totally broke up their marriage.” I shrugged. “I’m not mad about it either.”

I glanced at Jack as he stood there with his hands tucked tightly in his pants pockets, shaking his head.

“Oh. We have that comforter in stock if you want to take it today. We also have the matching sheet set. And we have a few Hello Kitty stuffed animals left if you’d like to buy her one to keep at your home for when she visits. That way, she’ll have one at both homes.”

I placed my hands over Ellie’s ears. “She lives with us now. Her mother vanished into thin air. Gone. Poof. Disappeared.”

Jack sighed and slowly closed his eyes.

“I see. Since it’s almost Christmas, this adorable pink Christmas tree over here would be perfect in her bedroom.”

“I don’t think so,” Jack said.

“I love it! I want it! I love Christmas trees!” Ellie whined.

“Who the hell puts a Christmas tree in their child’s bedroom?” I asked Francine.

“Almost everyone does. Mothers decorate their children’s bedrooms so they can feel the Christmas spirit when they’re in there.”

“I hate to tell you this, Francine, but we aren’t fans of the holiday season.”

“Excuse me?”

“I think you heard her,” Jack said.

Let’s get you checked out.” She quickly walked away.

“Why, Sierra? Just why?” Jack asked.

“She’s nosey, and I don’t like nosey people.” I took Ellie’s hand, and we followed Francine to the register.

After we left the store, Jack shook his head. “I can’t believe how much all that cost.”

“You can afford it, Mr. Billionaire.” I patted his back. “Think of how happy Ellie will be in her new bedroom. Now all we need is a painter to paint the walls. Know anyone?”

“No. I don’t. I’ll call Adalyn Grant. She’s the interior designer who did my townhome. She’ll give me the name of someone.”

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Jack

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