I held up my arrangement for him to view.
Alaric stood frozen in place, then he glared at me. He pointed a sharp finger at my flowers. “You were going to let me take the win when you obviously won? I’m a big enough boy to admit when I’ve lost, beauty.”
I blinked in confusion. “What?”
“Rolling waves the color of all the seas? Of course, that beats my angel wings.” His narrowed eyes gradually relaxed as he studied my expression. He whispered, “You really didn’t think you’d won.”
I glanced at my flowers. “Um, no.”
He rolled his expression-filled eyes. “Thank fuck we have forever for me to educate you in the delicacies of an ego. I’ll have you roaring your awesomeness to the world eventually.”
I slipped off my chair and carried my flowers around to his side of the table. I snickered. “Delicacies of an ego?”
“Yes, M’lady. It’s an intricate process to become…,” he waved a hand down his frame and back up, “…all that is me.”
The woman behind us snorted over her flowers.
My chin trembled trying to hold back my laughter. I grabbed his hand, pulling him toward the front door. “We better go before these poor customers get caught up in all that is you. I’ve got it on pretty good authority that I’m the only one who can handle it.”
He nuzzled the side of my neck. “You bet your ass you are.”
