"I can't think insightful shit?"
"No, you can—"
"Sounds like I can't."
"It's just not the type of thing you usually say." I stare into his dark eyes. "You look good for your age."
"Do I?"
"You're thirty-five, right?" I tease
He shakes his head. "Eighty."
"Really?"
He laughs. "Maybe."
"You have to tell me your skin care routine. You look amazing."
"Not a day over forty?"
"Yeah." I reach up to run my fingers through his hair. "You look twenty-five."
"That a good thing?"
"It suits you." I rise to my tiptoes and press my lips to his. "I should get your present."
He nods to the back room. "It
wasn't that?"
My smile spreads over my lips. "Better."
"Unless it's a tape of you fucking yourself, it's not."
"A tape?"
"Any format."
"Okay. It's almost as good." I squeeze his hand as I step backward. This gift really is perfect.
The bell rings. Heeled footsteps move through the door.
Conversations drop to a murmur.
The room gets quiet.
Too quiet.
No…
Walker's sister is here.
She spots me and folds her arms. Her eyes fill with something. Regret or threat or offense. I don't know. But I don't like it.
I swallow hard.
Walker looks to me. "Give me a minute."