Page 386 of Safe With You

“Yes.”

“For food?”

Ellis looked at her. “What else would they be for?”

“I don’t know.”

I laughed and grabbed my bag from behind the counter while Mila trailed after him.

“Can I know where we’re going?”

“Nope.”

“Can Miss Luna know?”

“Nope.”

Mila looked at me. “He’s being difficult.”

I laughed and came around the counter.

Ellis held out his hand.

“Come on.”

I took it.

He started toward the door with Mila still arguing that pizza would’ve been a better surprise.

“You don’t even know where we’re going,” Ellis told her.

“I know I like pizza.”

Mila kept talking, Ellis kept arguing back, and I listened to both of them as we stepped outside.

The thought was still there.

I love him.

This time, I let it be.

I usually sent my clients their galleries online.

The Harrises were different.

Mrs. Harris called two days after I sent theirs and spent almost twenty minutes going through the pictures she wanted printed. By the end of the call, twenty had turned into twenty-three, three of those needed larger copies, and she’d decided she didn’t trust any of them being left on her porch.

Which was how I ended up delivering them myself.

Luna didn’t have to come with me. She was at my house when I started packing everything into the box, sitting at the kitchen table with her laptop open while I checked the order one last time.

I told her I’d be back in about an hour.

She closed her laptop.

“I’m coming.”

That was fifteen minutes ago.