ISABELLA
His jacket, all wrinkled to hell, looked like it had been crammed into some tiny pill bottle.
Hazel eyes and one arched reddish brow watched me from the far end of the row of lockers.
I let out a sigh of relief that bounced off the walls.
“I… brought your clothes.” Harper’s voice was neutral, no judgment at all.
I already liked this Alpha.
“Thanks,” I muttered, pushing myself up and trying to relax.
She walked over to me and held out the gym bag I’d left on the bench.
I took it, so grateful I wouldn’t have to go back out there half naked.
“I’m sorry you had to see this disaster,” I admitted, bending down to pull out my clothes.
At this point, I didn’t care about changing in front of her; I’d basically just been naked anyway.
She stayed quiet. Didn’t seem like the talkat
