“Gun,” Daisy demanded, her voice low but insistent.
“Excuse me?”
“Give me your gun. Those are prohibited in my store, and I know you have one,” she said, her eyes narrowing slightly as if daring me to argue.
She wasn’t nervous around me anymore, it seemed. Maybe Rosalie’s courage and defiance were contagious. Knowing myluck, Daisy was going to be just another Clarke I’d have to learn how to handle.
“I’m not giving you my gun, Daisy. I’m not here to cause any problems. You know that.”
She turned to Rosalie with a suggestive look. I didn’t understand their silent exchange.
“Fine,” Daisy said, taking a step back. “But if I hear so much as a pin drop, you’re out.”
She was bossy, just like her sister.
“Understood.”
Daisy gave me a nod and then left the room. With her gone, the room felt even quieter. Rosalie and I stood there for a moment, just looking at each other.
“Perfect,” I heard her mumble before she threw her arms out to the sides.
God, Ilovedthat damn attitude of hers. Loved how mouthy she could be.
“Happy to see me, as always,” I said with a crooked smile.
“Don’t flatter yourself, Romano.”
I bent down to the floor and pinched a piece of the material between my fingers. “Scratchy,” I muttered. “And not your style.”
“Please. As if you know anything about me.” Her retort was immediate, a reflex as natural to her as breathing.
I couldn’t help but smile. She was wrong. I knewtoomuch about her.
“Give me some credit.”
“No, and you need to leave,” she said, glaring at me. “It’s bad luck to see the bride in her dress, and we don’t need any more bad luck.”
She was kicking me out of the shop because of a superstition.
I guessed she did believe in those silly things, Black Widow and all.
“Only if I see you in the dress you’re getting, and this is not the one.”
“And why not?”
“Flashy doesn’t look good on you,” I said, shaking my head.
She rolled her eyes. “That’s rich coming from a man in a suit that screams ‘desperate.’”
“Do you think I look desperate?” I asked, my voice low, almost a whisper.
I definitely was.
“I know you are,” she replied. “You always have been.”
Keeping my mouth shut was impossible when it came to Rosalie. “Funny, how you call me desperate when you were the one who couldn’t keep your lips off mine.”
“You really want to go there?” she asked, her voice suddenly sharp.
