The Flame Game (Magical Romantic Comedies #12) - R.J. Blain Page 0,38

but it will stop most knives.”

That caught my husband’s attention. “What is it made of?”

“We use a quarter inch of Kevlar beneath a layer of micro-weave polyethylene.”

“It’s bulletproof.” Quinn considered my jacket speculatively. “Raise your arms, Bailey.”

I obeyed, and to my delight, my husband frisked me, patting my coat down. “Should we be doing this in public?”

The store clerk laughed. “He’s just confirming the fit in a hands-on fashion.”

No kidding. “Do you like it, Quinn?”

“Like it? I love it. Do you have a second one in this size?” Quinn tugged on the coat.

“We have two more of them.”

“I’ll buy all three, and give me one the size up, too.”

“That’s too much!”

“Bulletproof,” he replied.

I frowned, wiggled out of his hold, and checked his coat, which was made by the same designer. Like mine, it was heavier than I expected. “Does this one have Kevlar, too?”

“It does,” the clerk replied. “That’s one of our other models but in the same general line. They’re new this year. Both also have a layer of RFID-blocking material built into the liner.”

“Do you have them in this size?”

“Of course.”

“If you’re buying me more than one jacket, you are matching me jacket for jacket,” I informed him. As I could see them being highly useful for our line of work, I’d do my best to ignore the huge hit to our bank account buying them.

I couldn’t put a price on Quinn’s safety, and I had no reason to believe he didn’t feel the same way.

“Done.” My husband shucked off his jacket and showed the tag to the woman, who nodded and went off to fetch our new apparel. “I had no idea it was bulletproof when I was looking it over. I noticed it was stiffer than I expected, but the cut works well with it.”

Yes, it worked very well on my husband. “Isn’t it illegal to wear body armor when committing a crime?”

He laughed. “In many states, yes. It is. Let’s look for ass kicker boots for you while we’re here. Looks like we’ve been sent to a place with a focus on leather.” With a sly smile, he pointed across the store, where a selection of boots designed to come up to right below the knee waited for me to admire.

Some had heels, some didn’t, some had belts and buckles, but my new favorite pair had buttons up the side, which cleverly disguised a zipper for easy wearing. I hurried over, grabbed them, and checked their size, pouting when they were too small for me.

The clerk returned with the coats, which she carried to the counter, and when she spotted me staring at the boots, she walked over. “What size do you wear?”

I told her, and she shook her head. “I don’t have those in that size, but I have something similar in the back that might work. We haven’t shifted the product lines, but since we’re doing it tomorrow, I bet my boss won’t mind selling a pair a little ahead, but I’ll have to ask her. Give me a moment.”

I put the boots back and examined the rest of the store’s offerings while my husband amused himself at the counter with our coats, reading over the labels. A purse with a stylized unicorn stamped into the leather caught my eye, and it bore a striking resemblance to a cindercorn, especially in the presence of claws on the hooves and the thick, fluffy coat.

It was red, and the unicorn was black, and I carried it over to my husband. Reminding myself I could afford the purse, I set it on top of the pile.

Quinn blinked at it, and then he blinked at me before staring at the purse.

“Mine?”

“Why is that a question?” my husband asked with laughter in his voice. “I was just surprised you actually got something for yourself without me having to coax you into it.” He picked up my treasure and looked it over, his laughter growing when he spotted the cindercorn on it. “This was obviously made for you.”

The woman came back with a pair of boots, and she grinned when she spotted the purse I’d picked. “Oh! That one is one of my favorites. The boots I pulled out of the back have the matching buttons. We have a product line with the two main species of unicorns. There is a pair of gray winter boots with white unicorns on them, a pair of red winter boots with the dark unicorns on them, there’s a winter parka with a