Page 136 of Unraveling Rain
Matt wiggles his eyebrows. I flip him off.
“I’ll text you.”
I get in my Range Rover and make my way home to pick up Rain.
“Babe?” I call out as I walk inside.
“In the closet,” she shouts.
I head straight to the bedroom and peek in. There’s a mountain of clothes on the floor, and Rain’s standing with her hands on her hips, tapping her foot.
“Everything okay?” I ask, crossing my arms and leaning against the doorframe.
“Yeah—no. I don’t know, Xander,” she says with a heavy sigh, frustration written all over her face. “Look at all this shit, and I still can’t find anything I feel like wearing.”
I chuckle, pushing off the doorframe and walking toward her. She leans her forehead against my chest, and I wrap my arms around her.
“Do we need to go shopping for clothes?” I ask, grinning. “We have all day. And it kinda works perfectly—Matt just asked me if we wanted to have dinner with him and his wife. We’ll probably be starving after all that shopping.”
She tilts her head up, gray eyes locking with mine, and a beautiful smile breaks across her lips.
“Nowthatsounds like a brilliant idea. A man after my own heart. How did I get so lucky?”
She stands on tiptoe to kiss my chin.
“I’m the lucky one here—but we can argue about that later. Let’s go.”
I take her hand, press a quick kiss to her knuckles, and lead us out.
As I start driving, it hits me—Rain’s been complaining about how tough it is to find parking for Minx in the city—tight spaces, no garage access, the usual. Since she doesn’t have to live in the van anymore, I decide to surprise her with a new car. Something more comfortable for the drive back and forth. But we’ve never talked about what kind of car she likes.
“What’s your dream car?” I ask, grabbing her hand and placing it on my thigh. I cover it with mine and trace slow circles on her thumb.
“Hmm, that’s a good question. I’ve always been more practical than bougie. Any car that works and won’t leave me stranded on the highway is my kind of ride.”
I love her no-nonsense approach to life, but I want to spoil her. And I’m not taking no for an answer.
“But if youcouldchoose, what would it be?”
She turns to the window, watching traffic roll past.
“Oh, that one looks good,” she says, pointing to a Mercedes.
“My girl has good taste.”
She chuckles and turns to me. “And you just now realized that? One look at my man should’ve told you.”
She winks, and I laugh. I’ll never get tired of her sass.
“You got me there, Cherry.”
When I turn into the Mercedes dealership, her eyes go wide.
“Xander, what are we doing here?”
Now it’s my turn to smirk. “I’m spoiling my girl.”
I lift an eyebrow in challenge, and sure enough, she removes her hand from my thigh and squares her shoulders, ready for battle.
