Page 67 of Priceless
I was too happy to be angry.
“Now,” he pulled back and winked. “Go spend some money. Please.”
I managed to keep my smile as I rolled my eyes. “If I have to.”
“You do.”
Isolde grabbed my hand as I came back. “By the way, I need to see this.”
I had barely looked at my rings up close. They really were beautiful. Like they’d picked the image out of my brain and had it made. Not to mention they fit my fingers and weren’t too tight. So many rings weren’t even made in my size. I love that these worked so well.
And that color…
The reason I picked it was because it was my favorite. And that’s how simple I needed to keep it. Plus, the lack of permanence gave me the same kind of freedom arranging flowers did.
All the fabrics were arranged by color. So I went to the cooler tones and started feeling the textures. There was no way to explain how I knew what was right, but I did.
Omega instincts were beyond logic. So I let those instincts lead, picking fabrics for the inside of the nest and the cozy glass porch. Isolde picked out some cushions for her nest too, but based on the texts I saw over her shoulder, she and her pack would be making a trip here sooner than later.
Blankets were next. There were too many that I wanted, but I stopped myself every time I was going to say it was too much. In no small part because my husbands were following at a distance, watching with interest.
I watched them too, cataloging their differences and how they reacted to things. But also because I wanted to watch them. For the time, they were mine, and they were gorgeous.
Cameron’s easy grace was fun to watch. Always smiling or winking when he caught me staring. Everett was a predator. Smooth and dangerous. But he softened for me. And yet, still hard enough to make me feel like he’d rip apart my enemies with his bare hands, and I didn’t hate that.
Finally, Micah was somewhere in between. Reserved but warm. He was watchful, checking in if I needed anything while we wandered through the store. I knew without saying he was watching to see if I was tired or in pain. He didn’t like that he’d missed it at the wedding. It didn’t matter that I’d done everything in my power to hide it.
“O, what about these?” Rin asked, holding up some sheer blue curtains that were also iridescent. They shimmered like water with rainbows scattered across them.
“Oooh. I love them. But I don’t think I have anywhere for curtains.”
“Sure we do,” Micah said.
I frowned. “In the nest?”
“We never said everything had to be for the nest, princess.”
“Yeah, you’re getting these,” Rin said, taking the choice out of my hands. “I’ve literally never seen anything that’s more you in my life.”
“I guess I could use them in my bedroom,” I said. “I’ll have to think about what else could go in there.”
“You can get it all right now,” Micah said. “We don’t mind.”
I picked up a hanging, sparkly thing I thought would be perfect on the porch and glanced at them. “I need more time to think about that. Not that I don’t want to, I just want to plan it more.”
“Fair enough.”
Isolde looped her hand through mine and walked me toward the section of pillows we’d abandoned at the beginning. We’d nearly made a full circuit of the store now. “He calls you princess,” she said. “And let me just tell you, I fucking melt when Cade calls me that.”
“I probably shouldn’t like it as much as I do,” I told her. “Because yes. I love it.”
“Revel in it. You deserve it, O.”
Approximately a million pillows later, I was done. And even if I wasn’t done, I was tired.
Isolde glanced at her phone and grinned. “I should get back. They’re competing through text to see which one of them can get me the most riled up. Not that it takes much with them.”
“I’ve been ignoring my notifications while we’ve been here,” Rin said with a sigh. “Which means I probably have crises lined up to take care of. Can we have lunch sometime this week?”
