Chapter Fifteen
Loren’s eyes widened at the designer shopping bags I brought into the hotel room later that evening.
“So, not only did I get relegated to the kiddie table last night, but I got left out of mall shopping—no. Strike that. High-end boutique shopping.”
Her fingers traced the embossed letters on the face of the box that displayed the name of the exclusive shop I’d spent my morning at. I pulled out another with the same fancy lettering and presented it to her. She snatched it and pulled out a dress in her size. Her mouth fell open in a soundless gasp and then she let out a high-pitched squeal of delight when she held up her present.
“This softens the blow,” she said. “But you are not forgiven. I should send you back to that store to think about what you’ve done while you get
