Page 36 of Cowboy's Sinful Bargain

When I came out of the dressing room a moment later, Jos was at the counter with Agnes. She was scanning tags on clothes before putting them into a bag.

A lot of clothes.

"Jos—"

"Since those jeans and stuff fit you so well, I figured it would be a good idea to grab a few extra pairs. I also grabbed you some more shirts." I gestured to the other side of the store. "We need to get you some boots."

Still confused, but I followed Jos over to where the boot display was located.

"Do you see anything you like?"

I glanced at the wall and then down to the boots Jos was wearing. They were brown and faded, almost distressed looking, but that gave them a unique look that I liked.

"Can I get some like yours?" I asked.

"What size do you were?"

I did the quick conversion in my head. "Size nine, I think."

Jos scanned the row of boxed shoes until he found what he was looking for. He grabbed them and walked over to a bench. "Sit down and try these on."

I slid off my shoes and grabbed one of the boots, pulling it on. It was a little bit of a tight fit, but I figured that was due to them being brand new. Once I wore them for awhile they would loosen up.

I pulled the other boot on, tugged my jeans down over them, and then stood up. When I heard a swift inhaled, I glanced up at Jos. "What?"

He was staring at me weird.

The man shook his head. "How do those feel?"

"A little tight, but aren't they supposed to when you first get them?" I'd never worn cowboy boots before, but I had had winter boots in the past. The basic concept had to be the same, right?

"How tight?"

"Not too much." I pointed to the widest part of my foot. "Most of it is here."

"All right, grab your shoes and let's go to the register. If these don't loosen up in the next couple of days or you start to feel uncomfortable, we'll come back and try a different size."

Like I'd complain. I was getting new clothes and new boots. It was a gift I didn't often receive. I wasn't going to be ungrateful by complaining.

I grabbed everything and hurried after Jos, meeting him at the check-out counter. Agnes came around the counter with a pair of scissors and began cutting off tags, which I had totally forgotten about.

That would have been embarrassing.

My mouth dropped when the final total was rung up. Three hundred and twenty dollars? That was insane.

I grabbed Jos's arm. "That's a lot of money, Jos. I don't—"

"Are you going to deny me my right to buy new clothes for my husband?"

My head snapped back and I quickly glanced around to see if anyone had heard his words. Agnes seemed to be the only other person in the store and she was sporting a wide grin.

"No, but—"

"Baby, you need the clothes if you're going to be staying at the ranch. While I am sure your clothes are comfortable and worked for you in Japan, they won't work here."

Baby?

Since when?

---