Page 266 of Stolen Bruises
She blinked, reached inside, and pulled out a single book, holding it up proudly, “A book.”
I stared at it. Then at her. “I gave you a card with no limit.”
“I know.”
“That’s it?”
She nodded, completely serious. “That’s it.”
A laugh slipped out of me before I could stop it. Not because it was funny, but because I was her. Because she could’ve bought half of the building and walked out with one single book like she’d won.
I shook my head, reaching over to squeeze her thigh. “You’re so cute.”
She smiled, cheeks turning pink.
Traffic hummed around us. The sky was dipping into gold, the city softening into evening. I let the silence stretch, comfortable, full instead of empty. Months ago, I would’ve filled it with work, with noise, with anything that wasn’t this.
Now I just drove.
“I’m stealing you for dinner.”
She grinned, bright and easy. “You already stole me.”
