“You’re not working until later, right?” Nate asks, balancing his hip against the counter on my other side. His soulful brown eyes peer down at me hopefully.
When I shake my head, he grins.
“So, we can go shopping?”
Three mutual groans ring out around the kitchen, Axel, Cade and Hudson all rolling their eyes.
“Shopping,” Axel mutters in disgust.
I try to stifle my laugh. “You’re not…uh, fans? Of shopping?”
All three of them shake their heads violently like little boys.
“I don’t mind it,” Cade admits. “But Nate is on another level.”
“Philistines.” Nate sniffs. “You’re all impeccably dressed because of me.”
My eyes slide back to Cade’s suit, taking in the perfect tailoring that stretches the material across his chest, teasing the defined muscle underneath.
Flutters appear in my stomach as a finger slowly pushes up my chin, closing my open mouth. “See something you like?”
Flushing, I duck my head from Cade’s smirk, clearing my throat. “That’s a very nice suit.”
My mutter is low enough that only Cade hears it above the ribbing Nate is getting from Hudson and Axel, and he leans down to whisper in my ear.
“I’m very glad you like it.”
His hot breath caresses my skin, sending a shiver up my back as Cade presses a soft kiss to my cheek.
“Have a good day,” he tells me. “Don’t let Nate drag you around fifty different shops.”
Nate pulls a face behind him, and I bite my lip to stave off the laugh as Cade leaves.
“He’s such a heathen,” Nate says affectionately. “Don’t worry. It’s just the one place, I swear.”
ChapterThirty-Three
Nate
“This is… a really big shop.”
Snorting back a laugh, I grab Gabrielle’s hand and tow her along with me as she chews on her lip.
“Come on, kitten,” I cajole. “We don’t have to stay long.”
We’re outside the biggest department store in the city. Heaven has everything anyone could possibly need to furnish a home – or a nest.
It’s damn time someone showed our kitten how it feels to be treated like a queen, and today? I’m at her service.
Tugging my cap down, I stop pulling her along like a toy train, slowing down and winding our fingers together.
As we enter through the ornate double doors, Gabrielle glances around, her eyes wide as she takes in the billowing jeweled sashes draped strategically from the ceiling, creating the feel of a circus tent.
“What do you need to get?” she asks me as I steer us towards the home décor section.
“Just browsing, really.”
We wander around for a few minutes, and I keep a close eye on Gabrielle, taking in what she looks at for a little too long, where her fingers move and pull back.
