“What are you doing?” I grabbed the card from her, shoved it back in the small bag at her hip. I hadn’t noticed the thin purple strap crossed over her torso until now. “There is no way I’m letting you—no. Put your money away.” I zipped the purse for her and then reached for my wallet, blindly passing some bills to the person watching this affair unfold from behind the counter. I thought I was finished. I’d put the matter down and pulled my hands from her pockets. Two birds and such. But I couldn’t stop myself from adding, “Not when you’re with me.”
