Tessa Pov
“Are you sure this is okay?” I asked for probably the tenth time. Nicole giggled, holding up three large men's shirts, looking up at the sullen and quiet guard that was with us. She convinced him that his Luna needed some play time outside of the pack without alerting anyone, and he drove us to town quietly. Despite this, Nicole has been bugging him with different shirts and pants, most likely paid with Nate’s credit card, saying he needed to dress better. By the flirtatious way she kept batting her eyelashes at him, I had a feeling she had a slight crush on him. I giggled under my breath as Nicole placed a bright pink shirt up against the man’s large chest, and the way his eyes widened in horror brought a fit of giggles from both of us as he raised his hands in the air and plan
