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"Don’t you want to see what they are?" I murmur.
She reaches it and runs her fingers across the spines. "These are fantasy novels."
"Romantasy," I correct her.
She whips her head around to stare at me. "Did you say—"
"Romantasy?" I walk over to stand next to her. "There are also fantasy romance novels, all spicy and with the tropes you love."
"Wait, hold on"—she gapes—"you know about tropes?"
"I might have done a bit of research to understand them, but yes, I do know about tropes. Also,"—I pick up a tablet and hand it to her—"take a look."
She shoots me a confused look.
"Go on. You’re going to love it, I promise."
She pulls up the screen, browses for a few moments, then gasps. "Oh my god, this has all my favorite apps where I can read Dramione fan fiction?" Her fingers fly across the screen. "And a lifetime subscription, too?"
"Also—" I hand her another device.
"A brand-new Kindle paper white?" She places the table aside and snatches the Kindle from me. She switches it on, then stills. "You filled it with my favorite smutty fantasy romance authors?"
"Those whose books are very similar in themes to Dramione. I also took the liberty of adding some enemies-to-lovers contemporary romance novels, which I’m told remind readers of Dramione."
She swallows, then blinks rapidly. "You didn’t have to do this."
"I did." I round the armchair then place my palms on it. "Have a seat, milady."
She half laughs. "You know what? I think I will."
She drops her bag to the floor, then slides in. I reach forward and touch a lever and the chair reclines back. Then, with a smooth mechanism, the lower half extends out so she’s able to stretch out her legs.
"Whoa, this is so comfortable."
"The best on the market. Also…" I press another button and one of the arms extends out. "Now you have a place for your devices and books to be close at hand."
Her eyes round. "I’ve never seen anything like this before."
"And you shouldn’t have. This was made for you."
"For me?"
"I called up the best designer in the world, gave her my expectations, and—"
"She delivered it so quickly."
"I asked for it to be."
"Oh." Her lips part. A myriad of expressions flit across her features. She opens her mouth to say something, but I shake my head.
"Not yet. Let me savor this feeling; it’s not one I’m used to."
"You mean doing something nice for someone?"
"Doing something for you.” I squat down next to her, so we are at eye level. “I’d do anything for you, Little Dove. I’m sorry for not telling you about Bobbie or her child. I feel responsible for what happened to my team. If I had been more vigilant, she wouldn’t have lost a husband, and her child, a father. Those men trusted me, and I let them down. My teammates put their faith in me, and I couldn’t save them. I’ll never be able to forgive myself for what happened."
She peers between my eyes. "So, are you going to go through the rest of your life beating yourself up for what happened?"
