I’m in no hurry either. She’s thinking too much, and I bet her thinking will lead to something reckless. Despite her years in the business, Minka is too emotional on this job. “Whenever you’re ready to go shopping, let me know,” I say, leaning back in the seat. “What are we shopping for?” “I’m going to buy you an engagement ring.” Minka gives me a side-eye. “What makes you think I want one?” “You’re so fucking in love with me, Apples. You might even need an intervention.” “So, you’re doing me a favor.” “Oh, I’m in love with you too. I’ve chosen to embrace the love rather than act like a mule about it.” Minka says nothing for a long time. Hell, five minutes easily pass while she sits silently in the driver’s seat. She doesn’t even look at me, instead staring at the Macy’s sign. “I admit I’m probably in love with you.” “That’s big of you.” Minka frowns but refuses to look at me. “I’ve never been in love before. How can I even know if I love you?”
