“I’m sure you’re right, but this is the most efficient way of doing it. It’s one stop shop.”
“An expensive one stop shop.”
He shifts in his seat. “I’m footing the bill. Speaking of which…” He pulls out his wallet and extracts a black card from it. “This is for you.”
I grab the card from him and I gasp.
“This is… a Black American Express with my name on it?”
Holy shit.
I never thought I’d see Harley Mackenzie Lancaster engraved on the iconic metal card in my life. The annual and joining fee alone are preposterous. Never mind the spending requirement to be a card holder. So not part of this broke girl’s reality.
“You can buy anything you need for the charity gala.” He says that with such casual nonchalance.
I arch a brow. “Anything?”
“Anything.”
This guy has lost his marbles.
I tap the black card without limit against my chin. “What if I want to arrive in style in one of those cars where the doors lift upwards?” I demonstrate with a hand gesture.
“You like wheels with butterfly doors.” He purses his lips and nods. “It might be a bit last minute to get a custom Bugatti pimped out for tonight. Same for the McLaren, but if your heart is set on one of those cars and you’re willing to accept one off the lot, that can be arranged. I can make some calls.” He pulls out his phone.
My jaw drops. “I was joking.”
“I wasn’t.”
I blink. “It’s good to be Kaz Lindström.”
“Harley, during the ride from Brooklyn Heights to Manhattan, you brought up the subject a hundred times, and I pretended not to hear you. We have an arrangement. You’re mygirlfriend, so you get to buy anything your heart desires.”
It must be good to be Kaz Lindström’s real girlfriend.
Devlyn was a fool.
“Stop looking at me like that and go shop, woman.” He taps the tip of my nose with his finger.
The intimate gesture startles us both.
We stare at each other, wide eyed.
What just happened?
Kaz clears his throat. “I can’t stay parked here for long unless I want someone to rip me a new one.”
“I guess I don’t have a choice.”
“This is a premier fashion destination.”
“That’s not the point––”
His narrowed gaze cuts my sentence short.
“Have a great day, Kaz. I’m off to shop for a pretty dress, and shoes, and a handbag, and lots and lots of other pretty things for tonight’s Active Kids gala.”
“By God, she’s got it.”
