Deliver me.
“Did you bring something to do if I go to the lynx pen?” he asked.
I wanted to go to the lynx pen, but the only footwear I brought without a heel was a pair of slippers.
I made a face and went back to my porridge. “Sure.”
“We’re not close to anything, but I can have a pair of appropriate footgear delivered for you, if you’d like to go with me,” he offered.
I really wanted to see the lynx, but I didn’t want him to know I wanted to see the lynx.
Gah.
“Not hiking boots,” I allowed.
“You can pick,” he stated immediately. “But they have to be warm and have good tread.”
No, I would not want to slip, for many reasons.
He sent one of his tablets sliding toward me and ordered, “Make your choice, and I’ll contact Jorda.”
The tablet was already engaged, so I went to a pane of an exclusive department store in Abyssinia and started tapping while eating my oatmeal.
“Oo, cute,” I said to a pair of white fake calfskin, lace-up ankle boots with white tread and fake rabbit fur around the tops.
“Send it here,” Tanyn ordered.
I kept tapping, sliding and eating while saying, “I haven’t finished looking yet.”
“Bloody hell,” he muttered.
My head snapped up and I educated him, “Do not ever interrupt or hurry a female while she’s shopping.”
“I can’t commandeer a soni-route for walking boots,” he pointed out. “It’ll take a few hours for them to get here.”
“Do we have anything else on our pressing agenda for the day?”
Like me being very bad at sex.
“No.”
“So you can wait until I make sure I’m getting what I want,” I declared.
He sighed, sat back and reached to his other tablet.
I returned to mine.
There were some cute suede ones with fake sheepskin accents and a rubber sole, but I went back to the first ones I picked and slid the tablet back to him.
“Those,” I ordered.
“At your service,” he muttered, reaching for the tablet.
“You know,” I told him as it was now him who was tapping on the tablet, “it’s kind of annoying how not annoying you find me.”
His head came up. “Are you trying to be annoying?”
Actually, I wasn’t.