“Honey, what is this?”
He doesn’t answer. Just parks, comes around, and opens my door, smirking.
I step out, looking around. There are people everywhere. Mostly women. Carrying tote bags. Wearing T-shirts with book covers on them.
Wait.
I look up at the huge banner hanging above the entrance that says,“ROMANCE BOOK CONVENTION”, in huge pink bold letters.
My jaw drops. “No.”
Zak’s watching me, arms crossed, smiling likeIjust made his freaking day.
“Baby… is this…”
He shrugs. Like this is no big deal. “Thought you’d want to go.”
I stare at him. At my massive, terrifying Bratva boss of a husband who brought me to a freaking smut con!
“Are you serious right now?”
He shakes his head. “Dead serious.”
A squeal escapes me, and I throw my arms around his neck, kissing all over his handsome face.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you! This is so sweet, Zak!!” He’s holding me tightly, my breasts crushed to his hard chest, my feet off the ground, lost in each other’s eyes. “I can’t believe you did this,” I tell him breathlessly, beaming like a fool.
“Anything for my wife.” He leans in to kiss me. Long, deep, slow, panty-melting…
Then he sets me back on my feet, takes my hand, and we walk toward the entrance.
* * *
The second we step inside, it’s complete chaos. Of the best kind.There are booths everywhere, authors signing books, displays with gorgeous covers, posters with couples in sexy poses, and merch. So much merch! Cover models milling about. Women everywhere, laughing, talking, carrying overflowing tote bags.
And in the middle of all that, my man. Six-foot-four, all-black suit that’s doing The Lord’s work, tattoos peeking out at his collar and wrists. His dark eyes scanning the crowd. I keep giggling every time someone turns to stare.
“Holy shit, look at him.”
“He’s terrifying.”
“But also… hot…”
And of course, Zak doesn’t notice a thing, or he just couldn’t care less. As always when we’re together, his entire focus is on me. Sigh.
“Where do you want to start?”
I look around, feeling like a kid in a candy store. “I don’t even know. There’s so much!”
He gestures forward, chuckling.
We start walking through the crowd, stopping at any booth I recognize the author’s name, or book titles, pick up a few, get offered a colorful tote bag, a bunch of fun stickers and bookmarks. This is heaven!
Zak stays close, his hand never leaving mine. It all feels surreal. That he took the time to find out about this eventandcome with me. This man is probably the busiest person I know. He has immense responsibilities. Conducts serious business. People’s lives depend on his actions. But still, to please me, to care for his wife, he’s spending precious hours at a romance book event…
When the crowd gets too thick, he moves in front of me, clearing a path with just his presence. People take one look at him and move. It’s kind of hilarious.
“You know you don’t have to look so scary, right?” I say, laughing.
