Page 34 of Extra Witchy

“Huh. So it’s not blood after all.”

“Probably not.”

They took the elevator down with a couple who couldn’t stop kissing. Trev spared a wish that Leanne felt that way about him then sternly warned himself to be happy with what he had.

There was a special rideshare pickup area away from the taxi line, and they waited for five minutes before a young driver in a gorgeous black BMW collected them. Trev mouthed “wow” at Leanne, who shrugged. Apparently, she was used to this. They got dropped off at the freestanding silver and gold resale shop, a dated-looking white-and-blue building not far from the Strip. He had his doubts going in, but the prices were reasonable.

He found a set of simple silver rings that Leanne liked and he could afford; the shop said they could have them sized to fit in two hours. Next, they ordered a ride to an upscale consignment shop, trendier than he expected, and he found an elegant gray pinstriped suit in his size right away, almost like it was predestined. Normally, Trev didn’t believe in fate, but Leanne stared at him with naked admiration when he stepped out, dressed to the nines in clothes he would’ve said didn’t suit him—until he saw his reflection in her eyes.

Trev picked up a trilby hat and twirled it then set it on his head. “What do you think? Does it work?”

“Love it. We’re not leaving until we find you the matching wing tips.”

The salesclerk overheard. “Actually, we have a good selection in the back. Not many can pull off vintage gangster style, but your boyfriend is rocking it.”

“Fiancé,” Leanne corrected.

The most incredible pride rushed through him—that she felt strongly enough to claim him. He just had enough cash left from working for Titus to get everything he needed. Before, he hadn’t let himself imagine how his wedding might go, but now, apparently, he’d be dressed like a mafioso from the ’20s, and he was all in, if Leanne liked it.

I’d do anything she asked. Anything at all.

Chapter 12

“Wow,” Leanne said.

Trev stood just outside the fitting room, decked out from head to toe in clothing she’d chosen, and his willingness to put himself in her hands did something to her. Not only did he look fantastic—he was also gazing at her like all he cared about in the world was her approval. He touched the trilby hat and flashed her a smile.

“I take it that’s a good wow?”

She grinned back. “Generally speaking, ‘wow’ is positive. I guess I might say ‘wow’ if a giant golem punched through the floor, but my tone would definitely be different.”

“I’ll bring a few pairs of the shoes. What size?” the clerk asked.

Trev answered, and the second pair he tried on was perfect. Leanne was prepared to pay for everything, but he gently nudged her card away and paid cash for the lot, accepting the bags with a friendly smile for the woman who’d helped them shop. His credit card was nearly maxed, and he didn’t earn much, yet he’d spent almost everything he had on wedding attire and simple silver rings. She recalled arguing with her second husband about—no, hell no.

Not today.

“We have a little time to kill before we can pick up the rings,” she said.

“I’d like to get my hair cut, if you don’t mind.”

His adorably tentative expression prompted her to kiss his cheek. “Absolutely. Let me find a place that can fit you in.”

She made a couple of calls and got him a spot if they could be there in fifteen minutes. Thanks to the rideshare driver, they made the window, and she sat at the front of the salon, feeling a strange sort of pride as Trev transformed from shaggy to elegant. She hadn’t weighed in on his choice, but she approved of the low fade with the wavy, side-part swoosh. It would look fantastic with the trilby and should photograph well.

Discreetly, Leanne signaled the stylist at the front desk. “I’d like to pay before my fiancé realizes I have. It’s a wedding present.”

The woman beamed. “Is today the big day?”

“Tomorrow.”

“Congratulations! I’ll give you the special newlywed discount.” She ran Leanne’s card and took care of everything before Trev even noticed Leanne had gotten up. She was in her seat when he joined her ten minutes later.

Trev glanced at the stylist. “How much is it?”

The woman smiled. “You’re all set.”

He bit his lip, eyeing Leanne for a moment. “You didn’t have to—”

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