“There were a lot of them. You think Stefan bought them for you?”
“On his account? Maybe. Or on Tremayne's account. Tremayne was the only person who knows my size.”
Lindee caught my look and then went in a completely opposite direction. “Wow. So, you have lots of vampire guys who know your bra size? Big deal.”
I couldn't help but laugh. Lindee was so casual about men and s*x it was ridiculous.
Lindee helped me pile things into the luggage bag. In an hour we had made three trips up and down the elevator with all of my clothes—the last of which we hauled in her black garbage bag, because I didn't want to take another trip down and up again.
“When did I bring all this crap from my house? I didn't know I owned this many clothes and shoes! I don't even remember having half of them!”
“You'
