Ian came back a few minutes later, a huge shopping basket in his arms.
He dropped it gently on the counter in front of the cashier.
I blinked at the contents.
Skincare bottles. A set of soft cotton pajamas. Hairbands. Face wipes. A mini perfume. A tape. Even a pair of white crocs.
"Wow," I said, trying not to sound nosy. "That's… a lot."
He nodded, bringing out his card from his wallet.
"They're… uh, female stuff," I said, pretending not to know exactly who they were for.
"Yeah," he replied casually, unloading a few more items. "Figured since we're spending the night there, June's gonna need a few things. She won't sleep without her thirteen-step skincare routine, or change into something comfortable."
I raised a brow. "So the crocs and tape too?"
He gave a small smirk. "Yeah. She's been limping all night. Blisters. I saw her trying to hide it earlier. The heels gotta go."
That caught me off guard. "You actually noticed that?"
