With strolling through the mall, weaving in and out of clothing stores and novelty boutiques, Avery could only think of Tate with each step forward. Any dark coat that would extend past one’s calves would remind her of the one he seemed to wear as a second skin, each pet store or passing dog led her to think of their battle against the hellhounds where his fingers would embrace her in protection, and finally the sound of her name called aggressively by Phoebe reminded her of the annoyance he once held with her that was now altered into desire. She was entirely smitten and lost in the thoughts of him; all for a man whom she could not tell her best friend a single fact of.
This was because she knew the second a name would be mentioned that she would hop onto her cell phone and scan all for
