“Um, I pulled some strings,” Dusty said. “The store is yours. That’s the other part of your present. You can go through and pick anything you want. I mean, you can’t have the whole store, but go crazy.”
I put my arms around his neck.
“I can have anything I want?”
“Anything,” he said, leaning down and putting his forehead against mine.
“Then I pick you.”
“You’ve got me, Red. I’m yours. What else do you want?”
I pretended to think and then kissed him.
“This.”
“That’s good. What else?”
I kissed him again.
“Anything else?”
“Maybe the new Avett Brothers? And A Fine Frenzy? And Ed Sheeran, and Sparks the Rescue, and Pete Kilpatrick, and Sia, and The Airborne Toxic Event, and—”
He cut me off with a kiss.