Page 72 of Trick or Stalk

But softness is something else entirely.

“Wow. Hopefully, the book doesn’t disappoint.” Worry furrows her brows. “You’ll lose all trust in my recommendations.”

“Don’t lose sleep over it. It’ll take a lot more than that.” I stop talking, hearing footsteps approaching.

She looks down, but not before I see the softness in her eyes.

Her hands shake as she grabs the book and scans it. Two bright blotches cover her cheeks.

Fuck. She’s stunning.

Penny drops the toy she’s carrying and runs past Margaret, heading for me.

My chest does that fucking thing again.

“Hey, Penny.”

She jumps against my leg.

Presley laughs, her blush fading. “She really likes you.”

I crouch and scratch behind Penny's ears.

The admission slips out before I can stop it. “I like her, too.”

Presley smiles. “Do you have a rewards account?”

“No.”

“Want one?”

“No.”

She stares at me.

“What?”

“You didn't even consider it.”

“I don't need one.”

“You will if rehabilitation works.”

“Then I'll get one later.”

Her fingers move across the screen. “Fine. Remain unrewarded.”

Margaret laughs. “She’s a helluva saleswoman. I can’t believe you didn’t get it.”

“She’s hard to resist.”

Color returns to Presley’s cheeks.

I like it.

She gives me the total. I pull out my wallet and pay.

When she hands me the receipt, our fingers graze for a fraction of a second.