Page 66 of Rescued Hearts

He set his hands on her hips, drawing her a step closer. “What is it, Honor?”

She let her gaze dip over his face, chest and long legs clad in worn denim to the tips of his leather cowboy boots, then backup to his ruggedly handsome features. “I like it. So I’m sticking a ring on it.” She held out the ring to him.

His lips twitched, and for a second, she wondered if he was going to tease her for the obviously territorial move. But he didn’t.

He looked down at the ring, then at her, something unreadable flickering in his eyes. He slipped the ring on his finger. On the marriage finger.

“I love it.”

Warmth spread through her and settled low in her belly.

His smile changed to a wide smirk. “But you do realize you just branded me like a prize bull, right?”

She shrugged and bent to capture his lips in a soft kiss. “If the shoe fits.”

When they broke apart, more customers began parading past the booth, and she got busy talking up her jewelry and selling out of all the Lavender Horizon collection as well as the Twilight Amulet bracelets.

Gray interrupted, and she could tell by the concerned pinch between his brows that something was on his mind.

“What is it?” she asked.

“I’d like to make a food run, but I don’t feel good about leaving you alone.”

“I’ll be fine.” She waved a hand, but just the mention of a problem made her stomach flutter.

He crouched behind the table, making sure she saw him slip the weapon out of his waistband. He twisted to look up at her. “It’s right here. Within reach. If you need it for any reason.”

Her heart jogged. “I won’t need it.”

“And I’m going to have the festival security hang out by your booth while I’m gone.”

“Is that necessary?”

He leaned in to press a soft kiss to her forehead. “Yes.”

While she didn’t like seeing the security hanging out near her booth, she had to admit that Gray made her feel protected in ways she never had before.

What felt like half an hour later, he returned, arms loaded with every type of food on offer.

Honor blinked at him. “You really know how to make me feel like the luckiest woman alive. What did you get? I’m starving!”

With Felicity helping, she was able to snag a gyro and a soda before the food vendors sold out, but with Gray? Different story. The man had carried in a walking feast—skewers of grilled meat, curly fries, deep-fried Oreos, cotton candy in a cloud of pink and blue and…

“Is that a turkey leg?” She gaped at him.

He clutched the leg and brought it to his lips. “Figured I’d go for the full festival experience. Go big or go home.”

She shook her head in amazement. “Totally different experience with you than my sister.”

They settled in the chairs with the spread on one corner of the table away from the jewelry. He handed her a powdered sugar-covered pastry on a paper plate. “A man’s gotta take care of his woman.”

Her heart did something ridiculous in her chest.

Then he brought out another bag and handed it to her.

She wiped her fingers on a napkin before reaching into the bag, wondering what kind of food she’d find. But her fingers brushed over fabric.

Silky fabric.

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