Page 47 of Dark Wolf Soul
“Of course. I told you last night that I’d get you more clothes.”
“But…” He unzips another garment bag and strips it away to reveal more casual items. Sweatshirts, leggings, a tee that says “Meowdy” beneath a cat wearing a cowboy hat.
I snort and then look up to find him watching me. There’s something about the way he’s taking in my reaction that leaves me feeling exposed.
“Do you like it?” he asks.
“I—yeah. This is … a lot.”
He shrugs. “I wasn’t sure what you liked. What your style is.”
I run my hand over the velvety gown in the first batch. “And you think this is my style?”
“My father says we’ll be making the engagement announcement tomorrow night, and we’ll need to look the part.”
“I see.” My stomach tightens with nerves. Suddenly, the simple gesture with the clothes feels more strategic than kind. “And did he agree to the meeting with Franco?”
“Yes. We’re setting it up for tomorrow morning.”
My eyes widen as surprise spears through me. I didn’t expect him to go for it, honestly. But I smooth my features and nod calmly. “Great.”
“May I offer a suggestion?”
“Sure.”
“Go with the pants suit.” He grabs a hanger off the rack of the first batch of items.
My brows lift as I survey its pinstriped pattern and classy, business-casual vibe. “Not really my style,” I say.
“I meant for tomorrow. It’s what Franco will respond to.”
“I see. Um, thanks.”
“I’ll carry these over to your room if you’re ready.”
“Sure. Thanks.”
I grab a garment bag off the rack to help him and nearly drop it from the sheer weight of the thing. “Holy shit, what’s in this one? Bricks?”
He smirks. “Shoes and accessories, probably. They pack everything in garment bags rather than boxes. Easier to carry.”
“Huh.” I put that one back and select another, lighter option then follow him to my room, the ends of my sheet trailing behind me. “Who’s they?”
“What?”
“You said ‘they’ pack in garment bags.”
“Oh, right. The delivery service.”
I wait while he hangs everything in my closet. “You ordered all this from a delivery service?”
“Yes. It was faster than shopping for it in person.”
I stare at him, trying like hell to make sense of the man that is Grey Diavolo. One minute, he’s killing a man in cold blood, and the next, he’s ordering me cat t-shirts with funny sayings on them.
“What?” he asks and I realize I’ve been staring too long.
“Trying to figure you out, I guess.”
