to his dresser. When Miranda looked up, he was dressed again, doing up the last buttons on a blue shirt.
He must really like the color blue.
"Sorry for the lack of clothing for you. Some will be purchased shortly. Anna is at the malls right now, and she should return before nightfall."
Anna? "Uh, who's Anna?"
Garret grinned an evil-looking grin at her. "Are you jealous?"
"No!"
She totally was, but she was not going to admit it or ask him any more questions in case he got the wrong impression.
She needed something to think about other than how much she hoped Anna was old and ugly. God, she was sounding like a bitch even to herself.
"Thank you for offering to buy me some clothes, but you didn't have to do that. I have clothes in the trunk of my car. You can save your money. It'll probably be easier for you."
And for Anna. Whoever she was. Garret adjusted the back of his collar. "Your clothes are still being washed."
Still? Miranda's defenses picked up. "They weren't that dirty."
So she'd worn them a couple of times each and had to shove her dirty clothes in with the clean ones, and it had been about a month since she'd been near a washing machine, but it didn't take days for clothes to be cleaned.
"It not a matter of dirt, though they were dirty," Garret said. "Your scent was too strongly imbedded into them. You sweated in many of those clothes for days. I would have simply burned them if I could have."
" What ?"
He said she was his mate, and then talked about her scent like it was offensive. She didn't get it.
Garret ignored her outburst. "But I didn't want to risk any of those garments being precious to you. I saw several of them had holes and sewing marks. Poorly made sewing marks."
Miranda crossed her arms. "So what? All my clothes have sentimental value. I didn't want to throw them away."
He scratched his nose. "Or rather, you could not purchase new ones, even used, because your checks have been going to your mother?"
Miranda tensed. "How do you know about that?"
"I know that the same way I know you've been living in your car for the last couple of months."
Miranda shot to her feet, not giving Garret the chance to say more. "How the hell do you know about that if you're not stalking me?"
His blue eyes suddenly turned hard and cold, and they glowed unforgivingly. That urge to obey, to back down and cower, returned with a vengeance, and though her knees trembled with the need to back away and lower her head, she locked her legs and lifted her chin instead. Inside, her mind and body was a complete mess, but if she could just pull off the look of being unafraid and not giving in to that commanding stare, then it would still be a win for her.
Garret stared at her long and hard, and Miranda was starting to crack. God, she was already going to crack.
"What?" she asked, just to stop it from being so quiet in here.
He smirked that stupid, sexy smirk at her that reminded her of movie-star good looks.
He was the sexy rogue, the swoon-worthy antihero she'd lusted over in all her favorite movies.
"You can stare at me and lift your chin all you want, sweetheart, but I can see your desire to give in as plain as I'm looking at you right now. That's more than enough for me."
Garret stepped away from her, still smiling that stupid smile, as if he were the one to win the argument.
And for some utterly stupid reason, the way he walked away, all confident in his own victory and his command over her and her body, made him that much sexier in her eyes.
He opened the door. "Come now, you need more food for energy."
"I'm not hungry."
Miranda's stomach decided to growl the loudest rumbling noise it had ever made in her entire life just to embarrass her. It was a noise to rival the rumbling grumble Garret made when he was in... that other shape.
He laughed at her. "Woman, stop being stubborn and come eat with me."
He walked out without her, totally confident she was going to follow him, regardless of whether or not
He must really like the color blue.
"Sorry for the lack of clothing for you. Some will be purchased shortly. Anna is at the malls right now, and she should return before nightfall."
Anna? "Uh, who's Anna?"
Garret grinned an evil-looking grin at her. "Are you jealous?"
"No!"
She totally was, but she was not going to admit it or ask him any more questions in case he got the wrong impression.
She needed something to think about other than how much she hoped Anna was old and ugly. God, she was sounding like a bitch even to herself.
"Thank you for offering to buy me some clothes, but you didn't have to do that. I have clothes in the trunk of my car. You can save your money. It'll probably be easier for you."
And for Anna. Whoever she was. Garret adjusted the back of his collar. "Your clothes are still being washed."
Still? Miranda's defenses picked up. "They weren't that dirty."
So she'd worn them a couple of times each and had to shove her dirty clothes in with the clean ones, and it had been about a month since she'd been near a washing machine, but it didn't take days for clothes to be cleaned.
"It not a matter of dirt, though they were dirty," Garret said. "Your scent was too strongly imbedded into them. You sweated in many of those clothes for days. I would have simply burned them if I could have."
" What ?"
He said she was his mate, and then talked about her scent like it was offensive. She didn't get it.
Garret ignored her outburst. "But I didn't want to risk any of those garments being precious to you. I saw several of them had holes and sewing marks. Poorly made sewing marks."
Miranda crossed her arms. "So what? All my clothes have sentimental value. I didn't want to throw them away."
He scratched his nose. "Or rather, you could not purchase new ones, even used, because your checks have been going to your mother?"
Miranda tensed. "How do you know about that?"
"I know that the same way I know you've been living in your car for the last couple of months."
Miranda shot to her feet, not giving Garret the chance to say more. "How the hell do you know about that if you're not stalking me?"
His blue eyes suddenly turned hard and cold, and they glowed unforgivingly. That urge to obey, to back down and cower, returned with a vengeance, and though her knees trembled with the need to back away and lower her head, she locked her legs and lifted her chin instead. Inside, her mind and body was a complete mess, but if she could just pull off the look of being unafraid and not giving in to that commanding stare, then it would still be a win for her.
Garret stared at her long and hard, and Miranda was starting to crack. God, she was already going to crack.
"What?" she asked, just to stop it from being so quiet in here.
He smirked that stupid, sexy smirk at her that reminded her of movie-star good looks.
He was the sexy rogue, the swoon-worthy antihero she'd lusted over in all her favorite movies.
"You can stare at me and lift your chin all you want, sweetheart, but I can see your desire to give in as plain as I'm looking at you right now. That's more than enough for me."
Garret stepped away from her, still smiling that stupid smile, as if he were the one to win the argument.
And for some utterly stupid reason, the way he walked away, all confident in his own victory and his command over her and her body, made him that much sexier in her eyes.
He opened the door. "Come now, you need more food for energy."
"I'm not hungry."
Miranda's stomach decided to growl the loudest rumbling noise it had ever made in her entire life just to embarrass her. It was a noise to rival the rumbling grumble Garret made when he was in... that other shape.
He laughed at her. "Woman, stop being stubborn and come eat with me."
He walked out without her, totally confident she was going to follow him, regardless of whether or not
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