“He’s not?”
“No. Apparently he’s taking her to Hawaii for her birthday in January, and he got her some diamond earrings for Christmas Day.”
“Nice. Way to go, Mayhem.”
“I know, right?”
So you got the go-ahead on the scarf?”
“I sure did."
"Look at you, being so darn sweet," I tease. Then I stop dead in my tracks as my eyes land on the top shelf of the stuffed animals section. "Oh. My. God. Locke, look."
Sitting right on the top shelf, surrounded by standard brown bears and gray bunnies, is a ridiculously fluffy, neon-pink alpaca. It has long, absurd white eyelashes, a tiny golden bow tied around its neck, and an expression of pure, smug happiness.
Locke looks up at the shelf, then looks down at me. A deep rumble of laughter escapes his chest, attracting the attention of a mother hold
