Meanwhile…
"You want to what!?" Damien's voice spiked in disbelief.
Drogo's brows dropped into a frown. "Don't look at me as if I said something absurd."
"Oh, but you did!" Damien affirmed, returning his gaze to the tall shelf next to him as his fingers brushed over the lined fabrics with bright, vibrant colors. "I never thought I'd be alive the day you decide to go shopping for a woman."
"You're inflating my statement!" Drogo retorted. "I'm simply buying a gift…" He pushed the fourth shopping cart Damien had filled that afternoon, trailing after him, who hadn't seemed satisfied enough with all he had selected.
Damien pulled out another heavy layer of handmade African ankara fabric.
"I don't know…" Damien's words played out casually. "I'm still amazed you care for a woman enough to get her anything aside a psychiatric prescription." Damien's fingers gently measured the cloth's texture.
Drogo's expression dropped into a frown. "I beg your pardon!? I do have a heart, you know!"
