Page 128 of Sin With Me

"Youknowmy usual?"

"Iced half-caf vanilla coffee with two creams and one sugar."

"I am so turned on right now..."

The blush that covers his face has me cackling. "I think that woman in front of us just heard you."

I shrug, then pull him in for a kiss. "Be right back."

Once I weave through the crowd on the sidewalk and make my way to the store next door, I'm relieved to see it's not as busy as the others.

There's a large variety for kids, so I kneel down and start browsing for ones I think Sam will like and ones for Lily. Then I find something more elegant for Sam's mom's gifts.

"Oh my God, did y'all see Wilder and hisnew wife?" A woman's grating voice grabs my attention from the next aisle. It's a voice I've heard before, but I can't quite place it.

I tilt my head and lean in closer to listen.

"Ya know she only married him for his money," another woman's voice adds.

"That or he knocked her up, so they had to have a shotgun weddin' before his Mama found out."

A couple of them laugh before a third woman speaks up. "I doubt he'd marry someone just because she was pregnant.Knowin' Wilder, he woulda ran in the other direction at the first glance of a positive pregnancy test."

They laugh again.

My hands tighten around the wrapping paper and my jaw tenses at how they're speaking about him. As if they know him, therealhim—the only version I've known for nine years.

I want to speak up and bite their heads off for makin' half-ass assumptions, but what would I say?Actually no, we were drunk and got hitched in Vegas.It's no better than what they're saying.

"It's weird though, out of all the women in this town, he marriesher."

"Maybe it's fake. Like she had a life-savin' surgery and needed his health insurance. Or a Visa to stay in the country."

"She was born here, you idiot."

"Well whatever..." She scoffs. "Delilah doesn't seem like his type, at all."

What the fuck does that mean?

There were people staring at us in the other stores, but I thought it was because of the article that Molly wrote about Wilder. This is the first time he's been out in public and everyone had their opinions about him and Wesley. It didn't help when the next article dropped about me bailing out a drug dealer.

I didn't realize they were staring at us because we got married.

Or rather,judging.

"Actually, she's very much my type." Wilder's booming voice in their aisle makes me jump. "And not that it's any of your business—especially notyours, Jen—but Delilah's ten times the woman you wish you could be. Keep my wife's name outta your mouth or I'll let her get in one good punch on you before I hold her back."

My eyes widen at his harshness, but I'd be lying if I said his words didn't do something to me.

Jen's his exflingor whatever he called her. They stopped hooking up last year, and apparently, she didn't take it well.

"Ready to check out?" Wilder appears in my aisle with two coffees in his hands. Looking unfazed at what just happened, he smiles and winks at me.

"Yeah..." I echo loudly. "As long as you're payin' because I only married you for your money."

"I thought you married me for my big co—" I quickly cover his mouth with my palm.

"Jesus, Wilder," I whisper-hiss. "There are old ladies in here."