“Okay, well, heats are unpredictable little buggers. Having a plan in place makes a world of difference. So as long as you have an Alpha or pack to help get you through it, you should be fine.”
“Thank you. What about the scooter?” she asks, pointing to the device.
“As long as you aren’t feeling any pain, you don’t need it. If you’re feeling any discomfort, I would suggest using it, as well as long stints of activity.”
“How long do I need to wear it?”
“I think another three weeks or so and then we can take more imaging and your pain level to discuss not needing further aids.”
Shiloh thanks him again, and we’re quickly on our way out the door and headed to the best boutique in Philadelphia—according to Jonah’s baby sister.
Thankfully, all I had to do was toss around the fact that they would be dressing someone in the Sørensen pack and magically a slot for today became available. The shop is slightly pretentious, but the excited look on Shiloh’s face says it all. She loves it.
She used her scooter to get into the store, but we take a seat at the pedestal and wait for our sales associate.
“Welcome, I’m Christina. I’ll be taking care of you today. What kind of dress are we looking for?”
“It’s for a black-tie fundraiser. Ideally I’d like something that covers this,” Shiloh says, lifting her booted foot.
“We can absolutely do that. You’ll look so good in the dress people won’t even look down at your feet. Do you have any color preferences?”
“Not really, probably not white or black.”
“Excellent. Let me pull some options and Hannah will get you some champagne.”
The associate walks away to leave and Shiloh turns to me.
“Thank you for planning this and getting me an appointment.”
“You’re more than welcome,” I say, grabbing her hand and holding it in mine. “It’s also probably best to grab a few options. Never know when a gala or some shit might happen,” I say casually.
“Like, how many dresses?” Shiloh asks.
“The whole store if you want. Also, here,” I say, pulling out the card and placing it in her palm. “It pulls from our pack account. Use it for whatever you need, no limit.”
She glances down at it, her sparkly nails contrasting against the black card that has her name, and Pack Sørensen right below it.
“You sure you want to give me this before I meet Jonah’s family?” she jokes and I kiss her shoulder.
“I already told you, it doesn’t matter what they think, but you truly have nothing to worry about. They’re a lot, but they’re good people, the best, actually.”
She turns it around in her hands, like she’s in awe.
“What?” I ask her.
I know there’s more about her past she hasn’t divulged and I’m not about to press her for more information until she’s ready.
She just shakes her head, leans over, gripping a fist full of my shirt and kissing me softly.
“Thank you,” she says softly against my lips as the sales woman clears her throat.
“Miss Hansen, are you ready?” she asks.
Shiloh stands, testing out her boot more, leaving the scooter behind. She definitely walks with a slight limp, but I can tell she’s happy to be up and moving.
After a few minutes, Shiloh comes out, a wide smile on her face as she leaves me speechless in a midnight blue gown. It presses her tits up high, exposing her shoulders and slender throat. There’s a slit up her leg, the other side of the dress hiding her boot.
“We can definitely find you a flatter shoe that doesn’t scream grandma to go with your boot. Plus, you look so great in the dress, no one will even look at your feet,” the sales lady tells her, and I’m happy she’s going to be getting a hefty commission today.
