Page 124 of His White Moonlight
“Can I pretty please have your card, Bennett?I want some earrings.”
His pupils exploded wide, and he reached into the inner pocket of his jacket with a trembling hand.
I was playing with fire in so many ways but didn’t care.Lindi had made my life a living hell for too long not to find some way—no matter how minor—to get revenge.
He pulled out a card and handed it to me as his gaze dipped to my mouth.
“Thank you,” I said, plucking it from his fingers.“I’ll buy you a tie and leave it on your bed with the card.”
Without another word, I left.
My phone buzzed before I reached the door.
Bennett: Three ties for the restraint I just exercised.
Me: Color or pattern preferences?
Bennett: The only preference I have is that they’re picked by you.
“Did he really just hand you his credit card?”Sophia asked as she joined me, walking away.
“Yep.I have to buy him three ties with it, but lunch is on him today.”
She grinned with me.
* * *
I wavedgoodbye to Sophia and shifted the bag I carried to the other hand so I could send Bennett a text.Three messages I hadn’t heard come in waited for me.
Bennett: Please use the card.
Bennett: What did you eat?
Bennett: Can we grab takeout before we head home?
I looked at the time and realized we were close to dinner already.
Me: I had a roast beef sandwich for lunch and used the card to pay for it.Ready to see your ties?
Bennett: You promised to leave them on my bed.
My stomach did a crazy flip at the thought of going into his room, which was weird since I’d been sleeping in it.But that had been before I knew how he saw me.
Me: I’m fine with takeout.Tell me where you are and I can start walking toward you.
Bennett: I’m almost there.
I looked around and spotted him a block down.His long stride was eating the distance between us at a rapid pace that he somehow managed to make look unhurried.When he reached me, he took the bag and stole my hand, threading his fingers through mine.
He started walking, and I moved on autopilot as that simple contact fried my brain.
“You didn’t buy anything other than ties,” he said.“Does your friend know that you hate shopping in the downtown stores?”
Heat radiated from his palm, warming mine and making my heart beat faster.
“Wrenly?”
“Nope,” I said, tugging my hand free.“She doesn’t know.And I didn’t hate it.”
