“Take care of her.”
The possessive nonsense disappeared from my husband's face. His hand tightened slightly.
“Always,” he vowed.
“Good,” Malik said. He stepped backward. “I'll let y'all get back to shopping.”
“Please do,” Targen said immediately.
I slapped his arm. “Targen!”
“What?”
Malik laughed again. “Good seeing you, Theory.”
“You, too.”
“Not too damn good,” Targen muttered, picking up an apple and miming throwing it at Malik’s back.
I rolled my eyes. “You jealous of Malik?”
“No.”
The answer came so fast that I laughed. He frowned.
“Fuck I’ma be jealous for? I won.”
“Targen!”
“I did.”
“Oh, my God.”
He grinned. “I’m just playing. Youarea prize, though.”
Then, he leaned down and kissed me, all slow and sweet. His kisses would always make my heart stutter; somehow, I knew that. When he pulled away, his forehead rested briefly against mine.
“I love you.”
I trailed a finger across his jaw. “I love you, too.”
He smiled slowly. Then he grabbed the shopping cart and started steering it down the aisle.
“Come on, girl. I got stuff to do,” he said.
I followed beside him, shaking my head. “More important than spending time with me?”
He stopped abruptly, turned like he wanted me to see how sincere he was.
“Moya milaya…There will never be anything more important than that.”
