“You’redrooling.”
I snapped my mouth shut. Iwasdrooling—metaphorically speaking. I didn’t have saliva dribbling down my chin oranything.
“Another reason I would never get a roommate… She’d steal all myclothes.”
“Only if she was yoursize.”
“She’d probably get to my size to fit into my clothes.” She dropped down on her bed, then stretched her arms over herhead.
I fingered the material of a blackdress.
“You shouldn’t wear black to awedding.”
“Okay.”
“Or white. Try the red one. Red usually looks good on us blondes.” She stuck her sleep mask backon.
I plucked the red one out and marveled atit.
The coffee machine gurgled, and then it beeped, and Sarah rolled backup.
“Stop eye-fucking it, and try it on.” She tossed her silken sleep mask on top of her mussed-up sheets, then got to her feet and walked back out to thekitchen.
While she was pouring coffee, I pulled off my t-shirt and slid the fluid, backless halter number over my head. Once the fabric settled, I unbuttoned my cut-offs and kicked them off. I stepped in front of the mirror. The dress was stunning. Too stunning. What if I ripped it or stained itor—
“Told you it would look awesome.” Sarah was leaning against the gigantic doorframe, clutching a mug of coffee between her fingers. A gold-foiled word was stamped on it—Princess. Howappropriate.
“It’s really nice, but maybe…toonice?” My voice sounded slightly high-pitched.
“Would you rather wear something ugly? ’Cause if that’s the case, I don’t have anything foryou.”
“No. It’s just”—I smoothed the fabric of the flowy skirt—“it’s expensive, isn’tit?”
“Probably. Mom gave it to me.” She pushed off the doorjamb. “Look, I’m not going to force you to wear something you’re not comfortable with, but know that I most probably won’t wear it again. I try not to wear the same thing twice. So if you’re worried about ruining it, don’t. There are plenty more where that one camefrom.”
“That’s reallygenerous.”
She shrugged, and her silk robe fell off her shoulder. She hiked the slippery material back up, then returned to the bed, where she sat cross-legged. “I had a question foryou.”
I stopped admiring thedress.
“Why are you the only girl in yourpack?”
“I always assumed I was a fluke of nature.” I bit the inside of my cheek. “Doyouknow why I’m the only girl in my pack?” It struck me I used the possessive pronoun, so I switched it out for, “I mean, in the BoulderPack?”
“Nope. No clue.” She sipped her steaming coffee. “Must be weird… Weirdlycool.”
“It’s definitely weird but not cool at all. I wish there wereothers.”
“You get all these hot guys to yourself. Why would you ever want toshare?”
“They’re notallhot. Besides, none of them like me.”Anymore…
“Babe, pull off your blinkers. You know the way you were checking out the dress. Well, Liam was staring at you the exact same way all fucking night. Seriously, I almost screwed up my beat-juggling because of youtwo.”
“He stares at me because he doesn’t trust me. None of the Boulder wolves do. After he saw me talking with you, he was all up in my face about what we’ddiscussed.”
She rolled her eyes. “The Boulders think everyone’s out to getthem.”
