“I really don’t need any more,” she told him.
“Yes. You do.”
“But all the things you bought. . .”
“We’ll gift them to children in the hospital,” he reassured her.
Oh. That was actually a really nice thought. “We will?”
“If you want to do that.”
“Yes. But I also don’t know about buying any more things for me. You’ve spent too much.”
He gave her a stern look. “Do we need to go to the car and have a chat about this?”
She narrowed her gaze. “And what is your idea of having a chat about this entail?”
“Turning you over my knee and spanking you until you agree with me.”
Her eyes widened. That was even worse than she’d suspected. She figured he’d just scold her until she agreed with him.
“Wolfe! You can’t spank me for not wanting you to buy me things.”
Someone coughed close by and she turned her head to see two men standing close by. They were gorgeous with dark hair and tanned skin. They looked like they could be brothers. One had a short beard. He winked at her. “I don’t know that seems like a good reason to spank you to me.”
They walked past.
Please. Beam her up. Now.
“See? They agree.”
“They’re strangers! You can’t spank me for that,” she hissed, keeping her voice down.
He frowned. “Hmm. I’ll check with Caleb.” He drew out his phone and tapped out a message.
A message beeped back. “Damn. That’s unfortunate. Caleb said no spanking you for not wanting me to spend money on you, but I’m to remind you that we’re family. And we should share everything. If you had more and we had less, wouldn’t you buy us what we needed?”
“Well, yes, but I don’t need . . .” she trailed off at his look.
“All right. But I’m doing all the choosing.” She pointed at him. She knew him. He’d go overboard.
“Of course, you are. Now, where is there a cart?”
Ooh. He was trouble.
40
“But we don’t have a sandpit,” she argued as they looked at a bucket and shovel set that was something you’d normally take to the beach. She’d been telling him about the sandpit she’d had as a child.
She cast a longing look over to the dump truck and digger in the aisle across from them. That seemed like fun. So far, all she’d chosen were some decals for the walls of the playroom. She’d decided on a farm theme. There was a huge barn that would take up most of one wall and then some grass and animal decals for another wall.
Wolfe had actually found these pigs that were attached to string you could hang from the ceiling which were so gorgeous she’d been unable to say no. And he’d also picked out the most adorable stuffed wolf.
“You can take them to the beach.”
“You mean play with them in public?” She wasn’t sure she could do that.
“You’d be surprised by how many Littles are here. Who do you think those men were shopping for?”