He gives me a look. “And when it’s freezing, your ass will be warm.”
“But no one will see it.”
“Why does anyone need to see your ass?” he snaps.
I lift the coat and turn around. “Because I do squats and lunges to keep it firm.”
“It’s a nice ass. But no one?—”
He stops himself like he almost said something he shouldn’t.
“What? No one should look at it?”
“Peyton.” There’s a warning tone in his voice.
“Daltyn.” I imitate his tone. “Get me out of this coat.”
Instead, he tugs it over my ass, then smooths the collar.
“Damn thing feels like a sauna. Get me out of this before I pass out.”
He sighs and unzips it. “So dramatic.”
I glare at him, then spot a purple jacket over his shoulder. “Ohhh, now that is promising.”
He removes the coat from my shoulders, then looks at the rack of jackets I’m pointing at. “Those?”
“Yes, those. The purple one is pretty.” I head over to it, my fingers gliding over the softmaterial.
He scoffs. “Peyton, it’s too thin.” He tugs on the sleeve. “It won’t be warm enough.”
“Stop trying to winterize me.”
“Winterize?”
“Yes. It’s not like I’m going to be training like Rocky Balboa in Russia.” I tug on the other sleeve. “I want to try this one on.”
His lips twitch. “Fine.” He holds it out. I slip my arms into it, already enjoying the way it feels.
“It’s warmer than you’d think.” I try to twist in front of a nearby mirror, but my boot impedes me.
“You just like that it shows your butt.”
“I can’t see my butt from this far away.”
Daltyn fixes the collar and tugs on the sleeve. “It’s not bad.” His voice lowers, deep and raspy. “It looks really nice on you.”
“Really?” I beam at him. I lift my hand to push a strand of hair from my face, spotting the price tag. “Oh, God. This is too expensive.”
Daltyn’s hand grabs my wrist. “No, it’s not. You need a coat.”
“But—”
“Stop, Peyton. I’ve got it.” He zips it, then guides me closer to the mirror. “Look how good it looks on you.”
I stare at it longingly. I really like it.
He leans closer, lips hovering by my ear. “I’m buying it for you. No arguments.”
