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The drive into the city is relatively peaceful, though we do hit some traffic once we get close to the store.
Xander knows the way, so I don’t bother giving him directions. He drops me off in the back, where there’s an alley for workers to park.
“I love you. See you later,” I say, leaning over the console to kiss him goodbye.
He kisses me back, his fingers fisting in my hair. “Love you too.”
I slip from the truck, feeling slightly light-headed. Xander waits for me get into the building before pulling away.
I clock in and greet Laurel, who’s busy working in her office.
I straighten things a bit, though it doesn’t much need it, and flip the sign to open.
It isn’t long until people start wandering in.
I’ve learned that Sunshine’s is a popular boutique. I had no idea what it was until I wandered in that day with Jace, but it stays busy all day with a variety of different aged women. They have a bit of everything, clothes, bags, watches, jewelry, candles, and little knickknacks for your house. I’ve already bought loads more stuff, with the excuse that I’m getting it for Christmas gifts, but let’s face it, I’m keeping most of it for myself. And if Laurel ever starts selling baby things, then I’m really screwed.
The day passes quickly, and before I know it, it’s time for Xander to pick me up. At two-fifty I see his truck pull up on the street out front.
Georgie, the girl that comes in after me, hasn’t arrived yet, and since he’s early I finish with the customers in the store and fold some clothes.
Georgie breezes in through the back a few minutes later with a smile and wave.
“I can take it from here,” she assures me.
I know she can; she’s been doing this longer than I have.
I clock out and say goodbye to Laurel before scurrying out to the truck.
I grin from ear to ear, so happy to see Xander. I never thought I’d be lucky enough to fall for a man that I genuinely want to spend every moment with.
“I missed you.” I lean over to kiss him.
He smiles too. “I got you something today.”
I grin back, bouncing in my seat. “What is it?”
“It’s waiting at home,” he tells me.
I narrow my eyes. “Xander Kincaid, I swear to God if you bought a crib I will throat punch you. You know I haven’t made up my mind.”
“It’s not a crib,” he assures me.
“Then what is it?”
“You’ll have to wait and see.” He has this little grin that tells me he’s up to no good, so I’m instantly scared to death.
I spend the whole drive home racking my brain for what he could’ve possibly bought me.
When we arrive home I immediately get my answer.
“No.” I shake my head.
His smile falls. “You don’t like it?”
“It’s a tank! How am I supposed to drive that?” I point at the big white Range Rover.
“It’s an SUV not a tank, don’t be dramatic.”
