“Her Birkin.”
“Are you goin’ blind?” he asked. “The woman’s not wearin’ a burqa.”
“Not a burqa, honey.” I chuckled. “ABirkin.”
“No idea what a Birkin is, baby.”
I smiled up at him. “It’s a forty-thousand-dollar handbag.”
“Fuck me, seriously? That’s the price of a car.”
“I know.” I sighed. “I have never been able to justify paying that for a handbag. But it sure is pretty.”
He took my hand and led me over to the couple as he mumbled something about bitches and their handbags, so I decided not to inform him I was currently holding a Louis Vuitton. At just over five-thousand dollars, it was a steal in comparison, but I had a feeling he wouldn’t understand.
“Sundance!” Hatch said, wrapping his arms around my man. “How the fuck are ya, brother?”
Sundance laughed, hugging him back. “Fuckin’ glad to see you.”
“We need to talk later, I take it.”
“Yeah, that’d be good. This is Wyatt.” Sundance guided me forward. “Baby, meet Hatch and his woman, Maisie.”
I shook his hand just as Maisie reached over to hug me. “It’s so lovely to meet you. I adore your bag.”
I chuckled. Of course she was British. Gorgeous and foreign, a deadly combination.
“I was just coveting yours,” I admitted.
“Exorbitant,” she whispered. “And the most ridiculous thing Hatch has ever bought me.”
“He bought you this?”
“Yes, when I sold my company. I made him promise never to do it again, but I do sometimes stroke it as I walk by.”
I laughed. “Oh my god, I would too.”
“I have always been a Louis Vuitton girl as well, but the Birkin was the one I’d stare at online, wishing, you know?”
“Oh, I know,” I said with a chuckle, pulling her away slightly. “I can’t believe Hatch bought it for you. That’s so sweet. If Sundance knew I spent five-thousand on this, I think his head would explode.”
“This is all new to him.”
“This?”
“Being with someone who’s her own woman with her own money.”
“Oh my god, you have no idea.”
“Pretty sure I do,” she retorted, and I grinned.
“How do you deal with the violence of it all?” I whispered.
“That’s a longer conversation, I think.” She smiled gently. “We should have dinner.”
“I would love that,” I said.
“We’re here all week, so maybe we can go out Wednesday while the boys are meeting for church.”
