38 - JealousEmma“We want a similar suit in navy, beige, tan and…” I looked at Cillian and back at the employee. “Light pink.”“Just black. Please,” Cillian rumbled at her, but I shushed him, and ignoring his grumpy scowl, I went to the shoes department. “I don’t need more clothes, Doll. I have tons of them,” Cillian complained, following me. A few customers were eyeing him, and I saw an old lady tuck a gray lock behind her ear, shamelessly checking him out. I gaped and held his hand, glaring at her. “What are you doing?” “I’m holding your hand. So you don’t get lost.”His hand was large, warm, and I liked
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