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.