“I do. That a problem? I was joking about you having to give it to me as payment for lunch. You don’t have to do anything you don’t feel comfortable doing.”
“Oh no, it’s not that. It’s just. I thought maybe . . . never mind. Here . . .” She opened the contacts in her phone and he tapped something in before giving it back to her.
“I sent myself a text so I’d have your number.” He winked at her.
She popped it into her bag without looking at it.
“Now, I need you to give me some wedding gift ideas as I escort you back to the spa.”
“You don’t have to do
that,” she said as he moved from the booth then helped her out. He still frowned slightly as he looked at the bandage. Thank God he couldn’t see the bruise underneath.
He led her through the diner and held open the door then he walked on the road side of the footpath next to her. She kind of wished he’d offer her his arm again, but he didn’t.
“So what do you think I can buy on short notice here?”
“Hmm, let me think.”
“Oh, and remember that Clint is loaded so he basically has everything he could ever want.”
“You’re not making this easy on me.”
He shook his head. “No, it’s Clint who isn’t making this easy on me. What about a mug that says, Richer than Croesus but not nearly as handsome.”
She burst into laughter. “That’s terrible.”
“Not a good wedding gift?” he asked with a grin.
“Not a good anytime gift. Especially not if you want to keep your job.”
He waggled a finger at her. “You make a good point, Mari-girl.”
They reached the spa after he’d given her a few other silly suggestions and she was practically bent in two with tears streaming down her face.
“Marisol,” a cold voice snapped out.
She looked over and winced as she saw her aunt climbing out of her BMW. Shoot, how had she missed her? Her aunt closed the door with a slam and strode over to them.
Dressed in a red skirt that just covered her ass, a matching jacket and a black silk shirt with black high heels, she looked like she’d just stepped out of a meeting with the devil.
Marisol wouldn’t be surprised if that was the case.
“Who is this?” her aunt purred as she grew closer. She looked Linc up and down.
“This is Linc. This is my aunt, Rosalind.”
“Hello, Linc.” Rosalind held out her hand.
Linc reached over and shook it. “Pleased to meet you.”
“Not as pleased as I am to meet you.”
Gah. Gross. She wondered what Saber would think to learn that her aunt flirted with everyone with a dick in a five-mile radius.
“Aunt Rosalind just got engaged last night,” she told Linc.
“Congratulations,” he said while her aunt shot her an angry look.