Finding My Pack by Lane Whitt Page A

toothpaste and hands it to me with a huge smile on his face.
     
      I mumble out a "Thank you." Stepping to the sink and brushing my teeth. He watches me and it's a little uncomfortable. I spit and rinse, cleaning it off when I'm done. Logan then picks it up and repeats the process of readying it. He locks eyes with me as he puts it in his mouth and starts brushing his own teeth. I can see him smiling around the handle like a kid with a secret. I guess he really didn't mind last night then.
     
      Ten minutes later, Tristan sets an egg and cheese sandwich down in front of me. Remy and Logan are drinking cups of coffee, talking to Tristan as I eat quickly. I overhear Tristan telling Logan to buy me something red. I roll my eyes. I wonder if I did get something red if he would steal it and claim it like Logan said he did with all their stuff. It would be hilarious to see tall, cute as hell, Tristan trying to fit my clothes.
     
      "Someone's happy this morning. What's the smile about over there?" Tristan asks. I giggle and shake my head at him. No way am I sharing that thought.
      "Someone is also done eating, so let's get a move on," Remy says, dumping his leftover coffee in the sink.
     
      Logan takes my hand in his and the three of us make our way to the door. The black Escalade is already parked in front of the steps leading to the house. I take a look around, this is the first time I've been outside since I was brought here. The wide expanse of green lawn is well manicured, box bushes trimmed to perfection lining the walk. The circular driveway is tan brick and I can't see where it leads to. There's also a fountain, the center of it is a wolf with its head thrown back in a howl, water shooting in a stream from its mouth. It makes me miss my wolf.
     
      Tristan squeezes my hand, pulling me out of my thoughts and to the back door of the SUV. He opens it and guides me in, pulling the strap to buckle me in. He climbs in the passenger side, Remy already behind the wheel. As we make out way down the drive, I take in all the trees and open space we pass. Do they know how lucky they are to have all this? They must own a lot of acres of land to have a driveway this long. Geez.
     
      I remained quiet on the drive to town until we pulled up in front of a small store called Miss Petite's. Logan jumps out as soon as Remy stops the car. He opens my door with a gleeful expression on his face. Bouncing around all crazy like. He takes my hand and drags me through the glass door.
     
      Logan pushes me into a dressing room immediately. I thought we were going to look at the clothes but he tells me to stay in here and he'll bring me stuff to put on. I wait, looking myself over in the mirror. I don't know what I'm doing here. Letting people I barely know buy me things I haven't earned. I haven't done anything to deserve any of it, though.
     
      The door opens and Logan hangs several items on a hook. "Put the underwear on first, I already took the tags off so you can wear them out of the store. I'm still looking for shoes, you wear what... a size six?"
     
      I blush thinking about this incredibly attractive man picking out panties and a bra for me. How would he know the right size? I don't say anything though, walking to the hook and running my hand over the delicate black lace of the bra. I've never had something so nice. I usually get my clothes from second-hand stores and I tend to pick out things that I'll think will last longer. Not really paying attention to style, more warmth and practicality.
     
       "A 5 1/2 actually. I usually have to look in the kid's section." That makes him laugh and he exits the small room, closing the door behind him.
     
      "Try the blue one on first," He shouts through the door. "Come out here when you have an outfit on, I want to see it."
     
      I take my borrowed clothes off and put the bra on, it fits perfectly. The panties are made of the same material, they look like really tiny shorts.