ZANDERS
“R
eally, Vee? This is where you decide to take me?”
“Yeah. What did you expect? For me to charter a private jet, fly you to New York, and take you to Saks?”
I jolt back. “Jesus, woman. Talk about a wet dream.”
Stevie playfully rolls her eyes, pulling my hand to follow her in. “Come on, fancy pants. You said I could pick anywhere to take you shopping as long as you get to do the same.”
I stop in my tracks, right outside the thrift store, eyeing the building. “But here? Sweetheart, we can upgrade a bit, don’t you think? I’d even go to Target over this.”
Her brows furrow in disgust. “Don’t talk about Target that way, like it’d be a chore to go. You should be thanking Target for just existing.”
Rosie sits perfectly at my side, both of us equally as hesitant to step through t
