“Oh, that's okay. I'm good with these.” I tapped the simpler, less expensive garments I had hung over my arm.
He leaned in to whisper, “We're loaded, in case you haven't figured that out. Being around for centuries has its perks. But there comes a point when you run out of things to buy. So, please, get whatever you want, Indigo. That money is just sitting in the bank. I'd rather you enjoy it.”
I shook my head and snorted as I reached for the dress. “All right. You asked for it.”
“Finally,” Gage, who was leaning against a display, drawled. “This will go faster now.”
“I'd be happy to pull some items for you while you try these on,” the sales lady said. “Would you like a dressing room?”
“Uh, sure,” I said. Then I pointed at Garret. “He can help, but not him.” I pointed at Gage.
Gage straightened out of his lean with a, “What the . . . ?”
“I don't trust you, remember?” I smirked at him as I headed to the back of the boutique with the woman.
“Are they your brothers?” she asked as she unlocked a dressing room for me.
I don't know what got into me. Maybe I didn't like the hopeful tone in her voice or the way she was looking at the hounds.Myhounds. But what I said next shocked me.
“No, they're my boyfriends.”
As she gaped at me, I sashayed into the dressing room and hung up the garments.
“All of them?” she leaned in to whisper.
“Uh-huh. They're very open-minded.” I grinned at her. “Size 10, please. Thank you.”
She stared at me for a second, then burst out laughing. “You're teasing me.”
I lifted my brows at her. “No, I'm serious.”
She snorted and turned away.
Oh, that was uncalled for. She was gonna get it now.
“Gage,” I called out.
“Yeah, sweetheart?” he called back.
“Are you three my boyfriends?”
Gage grinned. “We're whatever you want us to be, Indigo Darling.”
The woman gaped at him.
“Thank you for clearing that up.” I shut the dressing room door.
Then I heard the woman mutter, “Lucky girl.”
Grinning at my reflection, I thought maybe she was right. Maybe my luck was changing. For the better, this time.
Then a hand covered my mouth, and an arm wrapped around my waist from behind—both of them invisible. Silas appeared a second later, meeting my wide-eyed stare in the mirror over my head.
“Shh,” he whispered. “I just want to check in with you and see how you are.”
My heart started racing. Could Silas take me with him using that teleporting trick? I glanced at the door. The guys were right outside, but they wouldn't get to me in time. I had to pretend I was on Silas's side. Or at least, act like the old Indigo.
Old Indigo? Had I changed that much in a day? Maybe I had. And who was the old Indigo anyway? There were a couple of them, weren't there? So, let's be clear. I had to act like the Indigo he was familiar with. That meant neutral, not on anyone's side. And it also happened to be true. Kind of.
