Lynda closed her eyes and took a deep breath, forcing herself to let it out slowly.
“I appreciate that you want to pay your own way. I do. But please understand, this is not a big expense for me. I’d rather you have what you need and are comfortable among the people I have to spend time with, than be worried that you could be somehow lacking.” She paused trying to figure out a way to say what she was trying to get across to him. “I don’t know if men are the same way, but with most women at least, if everyone around you is dressed nicer than you, it makes you feel inferior, whether you are or not. It makes you feel uncomfortable, I want to stop that before it starts.”
“I have to admit,” Dylan looked around the store, then back to her, “it stings a bit to let you pay for everything. I knew
