So, my insides so warm they were melty, I smiled.
“Uh, sorry,” a voice said from our side, and we both looked that way to see a thin woman wearing a brightly colored tunic and jeans and lots of jewelry standing there. Her eyes were on me. “I know you work here. Where can I find Eat, Pray, Love?”
“Are you shitting me?” Ren asked low, which meant dangerous.
Her eyes went from Ren to me and she lifted her brows.
Clearly a regular.
“Have you looked in the G’s?” I asked her.
“The G’s? It’s called Eat, Pray, Love. I looked in the E’s,” she answered.
“It’s written by Elizabeth Gilbert, and books are shelved by author in biography. So try the G’s. But, heads up, we’re a used bookstore and that’s a popular title. Odds are we’ve had about fifty of them and sold that same fifty, unless you’re lucky.”
She nodded. “I’ll look in the G’s.”
“Do that now,” Ren ordered.
She gave him a look, rolled her eyes at me, and sauntered away.
Definitely a regular.
“Fuck me,” Ren muttered, and I looked at him to see he was staring at the space the woman used to occupy.
“Ren,” I called softly, and he immediately looked at me.
And thus I got his eyes.
Jeez, those eyes.
“Are you gonna kiss me, or what?” I asked.
That was when I got his smile.
A second later, I got his kiss.
“Uh… just to say…” We heard, and Ren growled into my mouth before he broke the kiss and we both looked to the side to see Indy standing there.
She looked to Ren then to me.
And she smiled huge.
“I approve,” she declared and disappeared.
She’d so totally been listening.
Before I could process this, Ren’s hand was again at my jaw. He turned my head back to him and then his mouth was again on mine, his tongue again in my mouth, and I wasn’t up for processing anything.
* * * * *
“You good?” Ren asked.
Oh yeah.
I was good.
So good.