That was it.
I stared at the contents for a moment, and I slowly turned back toward the bed.
“Wehave a problem.”
Sasha watched me with the calm curiosity of someone who had not yet been personally inconvenienced. “What kind of problem?”
“I don’t have clothes.” That sounded a bit dramatic. “Well, not enough clothes considering I might now be living here.”
“You definitely are.”
“Well, I have three outfits and one of them is deeply inappropriate for daytime.” I gestured helplessly toward the bag.
Sasha considered this information. “Yeah, you need more than that.”
“Exactly,” I replied, relieved we had come to the same conclusion. “Which means I need to go into town.”
“No.” The answer came so fast it practically echoed.
I blinked at him, my eyes wide. “You didn’t even think about it.”
“I already considered it yesterday.”
“And you already decided no.”
“Yes,” he rasped, dragging a hand through his hair and mussing it up. It should be illegal to look this good.
I threw my hands in the air. “I want to go shopping, not rob a fucking bank.”
“You will not walk around alone in a city you do not know.”
I shot him an incredulous look. “I’m more than capable of going out to buy a fucking pair of shorts.”
“That’s not my concern,” he ground out, a muscle jumping in his jaw.
“Then whatisthe concern?”
“If something happens to you,” he said calmly while swinging his legs off the bed, “Iwillhave to kill someone.”
“Feels like an aggressive response to a little shopping trip.”
“It’s an entirely realistic response in my world, baby.”
I crossed my arms.
“So what’s the alternative?”
Sasha shrugged. “I’ll come with you.”
I gaped at him, brows shooting up to my hairline. “You’re going to come shopping with me.”
“Yeah.”
“You’re going tohatethat.”
“Possibly.” He ran a hand through his hair again. “But we’re going to go anyway. Not today, but I’ll take you the day after tomorrow. Sound good?”
“Are you sure about this?”