Chapter 20
“I’ll take two. They won’t need to be wrapped this time.”
“This time?” He took them to the register and began ringing up the purchase.
“Yeah. I’ve bought a pair here before.” I was surprised my credit card didn’t whimper—yeah, I had to charge it this time. If I’d known I was going to do this kindof heavy-duty shopping I’d have hit my bank. Seriously, who carried seven hundred bucks in his wallet? Except maybe William Gates?
But hell, Quinn was worth it.
“Oh. Your boyfriend must be something special!”
“Excuse me?”
“Well….” He folded some tissue paper into a medium-sized shopping bag with the blue and silver Beau Brummel logo embossed on it and put the pajamas in it. “I can tell these aren’t your size, and a man certainly doesn’t buy something like this for his father! I wish I had a boyfriend who would think of something like that for me. I could get him such a great deal with my employee discount.”
In spite of myself, I found myself asking, “Then why not buy them yourself?”