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Iflew through the door of my apartment and saw Cap in the kitchen, his head coming up, eyes on me.
I skipped through the room, tossing the heavy bags I was carrying on the armchair, which made Patches go flying with an angry, “Meow!”
“Sorry, Patches,” I sing-songed as I took a page out of Alexis’s book, skipped to the kitchen and took a flying leap on Cap.
But I went for front to front, not the side, so he caught me with both hands on my ass.
My way was better.
“So after gelato, Dad took me shopping,” I announced.
Cap shifted, set my ass on the counter, but didn’t move away, so I kept my arms and legs curled around him.
“Yeah?” he asked, his lips tipped up.
“Yeah. We went to Sephora, and he bought meloadsof new makeup and hair stuff and perfume. Then we went to Anthropologie, and he bought me new candles and two new dresses and a top. Andthenwe went to Saks, andtherehe bought me my very first, not-secondhand,oron sale, designer handbag. A Fendi First in patent pink!”
“So my girl’s totally taking advantage of the guilt trip,” he teased.
“Totally.” I smiled, knowing he knew that wasn’t what it was, but still, I explained, “When we were leaving Frost, I mentioned that I needed to pop by Sephora to grab some mascara, and he instigated it by asking if he could come with. I knew he was trying to prolong our time, not only asking to come along, but encouraging me to stock up on things I might need and spoil myself a little. And he made excuses that Deb would never forgive him if he didn’t pay for everything. Though, Saks was his idea. He saw the bag earlier with Deb, and she remembered my clutch from last night. She told him she thought that I’d like it. So I think the whole thing was an excuse to get me to the Fendi boutique at Saks so he could buy it for me.”
“Awesome,” he murmured. “So I take it this means your chat went well?”
I pressed my forehead tight to his, fighting tears.
Happy ones this time.
Cap helped by deducing, “It went well.”
I nodded, my forehead rolling against his.
He shifted his chin so he could touch his mouth to mine.
When he moved away, I shared, “He wants to know if we want to try Lon’s again tomorrow or go somewhere else.” I belatedly sniffed the air. “What do I smell?”
“The bourbon molasses marinade the salmon fillets are in.”
I mean…
Seriously.
Where did this guy come from?
“How about I cook for us here?” he suggested.
“I only have two barstools.”
“We can take the food down to one of the patio tables in the courtyard.”
“I’m not sure Dad would be feeling being on display to the Oasis, honey. His first time spent here wasn’t the greatest.”
“Right, then we eat on our laps up here,” he kept at me. “I don’t think your dad will give two shits he’s balancing a plate on his knees. He’ll want to see where you live.”
He was right.
“I’ll text him and see what he says.”
“He’s gonna say yes,” Cap muttered.
