The saleswoman had disappeared again, probably sensing a fight coming.

I couldn't read Xander's expression. Was it anger, frustration, or something else entirely?

"Fine," he said finally. "We'll take everything except the red one."

Relief flooded through me. "Thank you."

"Don't thank me yet." His mouth curved into something that wasn't quite a smile. "You'll wear it eventually."

"In your dreams."

"Oh, Cyn." He leaned in close, his breath warm against my ear. "You're already in my dreams. ...