Page 140 of Power Play

“This is enormous.”

“It looks better on you.”

“You say that about everything you own.”

“I like my shit on you.”

My stomach fluttered.

He zipped the hoodie halfway before slipping his hand beneath the fabric at my waist anyway, his palm settling directly against my shirt like putting another layer between us had personally offended him.

Women looked at him. I noticed every one of them, and Ryan seemed to notice none.

A blonde near the beer garden smiled directly at him as we passed. Ryan was looking down at me because I had started explaining why the lighting on one ride was criminally ugly.

Another woman called his name from somewhere behind us.

He turned long enough to wave before immediately bringing his attention back to me.

“Who was that?”

“Girl from KFU.”

“Which one?”

“No fucking idea.”

I studied his face, and he laughed.

“You’re cute jealous.”

“I’m not jealous.”

“You’re asking me for a roster.”

“I like context.”

“Sure.”

He hooked two fingers through the belt loop at my hip and tugged me closer.

“There is no roster.”

“You keep saying that.”

“I’ll keep saying it until you stop asking.”

“What if that takes a while?”

His expression softened. “Then I guess I’m repeating myself for a while.”

By the time we collected Walter from his extremely well-paid guardian and headed toward the parking lot, my feet hurt, my cheeks hurt from laughing, and I carried enough small prizes and food containers to prove Ryan had taken his original threat to spoil me seriously.

He refused to let me carry most of it.

“You already have Walter.”

“You’re carrying three bags.”