His eyes widen like he’s genuinely confused. “I’m not trying to look scary.”
“Babe, you’re glaring.”
“I’m making sure no one bumps into you.”
I roll my eyes, but I’m smiling so hard my cheeks hurt.
We stop at another booth with a huge display. I pick up a romantasy book after reading the back cover. It sounds amazing. I grab an omegaverse retelling of Harley Quinn and The Joker, titled “Knotted By The Psychopath” by Taylor Rose. Say what?!
Zak chuckles next to me.
“That one sounds promising.”
I giggle. “I know, right?”
He shakes his head, pulls out his wallet, and hands me a black card.
I blink at the card, then at him. “Baby, you don’t have to…”
He closes my fingers around it, kissing my knuckles. Ugh, this man is killing me!
* * *
An hour later, I have an overflowing tote bag over each shoulder, and Zak’s arms are also full. He’s walking around carrying books with titles like “Traded For Their Pleasure” and “King Sized”, without batting a single lash. Covers with shirtless men and throuples… And the man doesn’t even blink. My guy. Just standing there in all his deadly Bratva boss scorching hotness, holding a mountain of smutty romance novels. The visual is freaking everything.
I keep looking up at him, giggling.
“You okay there?”
He shakes his head, smiling down at me. “I’m fine.”
I love him so much.
A woman nearby gasps. “Oh my God, are you the guy from that mafia book cover?”
Her friend giggles. “Can we have a picture?”
I turn, grinning, looping my arm through Zak’s. “Nope, he’s my husband.”
Their jaws drop. Zak just briefly nods at them, shifting the books in his arms to allow more room for my hand on his elbow.
* * *
After another thirty minutes, I’m ready to go. Mostly because I feel guilty about the massive pile Zak’s carrying.
“Okay. I think I’m done.”
“You sure?”
I tiptoe to kiss his cheek. “Yes, baby. Thank you again.”
We head toward the exit. Me, clutching my totes full of treasures, unable to stop smiling. Best surprise ever!
When I glance at Zak, he’s watching me with dark, hungry eyes. Uh-oh… I know that look…
“Zak?”
“Time to go, baby.” His voice is low and rough.
