Free California's Calling (Hunt Family Book 3) by Brooke St. James Page A

how to put some of that stuff together," he said. "Otherwise, it probably won't get worn." He made a skeptical grimace. "Actually, I don't know if I'll wear any of it anyway. It's all so tight." He stretched his arms in front of his chest as if to indicate the tightness of the shirt he currently had on.
    "It's supposed to fit like that," Mia said.
    He looked at me. "Is it?" he asked. He was wearing a sincere expression like he wanted me to tell him the truth—as if he thought it might not look good on him.
    I gave him a somewhat defeated nod in reluctant agreement that the clothes were supposed to fit like that, and yes it did look good on him. I could see every muscular curve of his arms and chest. I had to get myself together, or it was going to be obvious that I had some type of feelings about seeing him in fitted clothes.
    I smiled. "I'm good with a fashion show if you want to," I said, faking unaffectedness. "Evan's right. Mia and I know what's up."
    "Yep, we do," Mia said, crossing her arms proudly.
    "I'll take a shower, and maybe I'll try on a couple of things afterward," Cub said. "All that stuff's in a big duffle bag in my closet."
    "You mean the room where I'm sleeping?" I asked.
    He gave me a slow grin as if he enjoyed watching me act nervous. "You are sleeping in my bedroom," he said, dryly.
    I narrowed my eyes at him. "I meant how'd it get in there?"
    "I put it away while you were in the shower," he said, smiling at me still like he was entertained. "I thought I'd wait till later to go through it, but Mia talked me into trying on one of the shirts."
    "I'll bet she did," I said, with a somewhat overly sweet, fake smile.
    "Okay, so go put together a few things, and I'll try them on when I get out of the shower," Cub said.
    He was smiling at me when he said it, which made me blush. I knew I turned red because I could feel the heat in my cheeks. "Great!" I said, in what I hoped was not a shaky voice. I turned my attention to Tess in an effort to mask my nervousness.
    "I told you," Evan whispered as soon as the door was closed.
    "Told me what?" I asked.
    "He's talking to me," Mia said.
    "What'd he tell you?" I asked, looking at Mia.
    She shook her head as if searching for the right words.
    "I said you were smitten," he said.
    "Smitten? Since when do you say smitten ?" I asked, looking offended since I was embarrassed.
    "Taken, infatuated… in looove," Evan said, dramatically. "Whatever you want to call it."
    "You're crazy," I said. I looked at Mia. "Can you believe this?"
    She shrugged.
    I looked back-and-forth between the two of them for a second and contemplated saying more, but ultimately decided not to. After all, the more I'd say, the guiltier I'd look. "I guess we should go look at those clothes," I finally said to Mia.
    Rachel had bought him five pairs of shorts, five pairs of pants, and ten shirts. Most of it was casual, but I knew by the labels that Logan's stylist had put it all together.
    "This totally sucks," I said, holding up a pair of pants. I cringed as I imagined how they'd look on him.
    "He needs it," she said. "I'm not trying to be mean or anything, but these are gonna make him look like a totally different person."
    "That's exactly what we don't want," I said. "We've got to convince him only to wear this stuff on special occasions.
    "Like the wedding ?" she asked with a maniacal expression.
    I scrunched up my face at her. "I can handle one day at the wedding," I said. "But please don't make him start wearing this stuff around before that."
    "Did you see the suit Rachel brought him for the wedding?" Mia asked.
    I shook my head, and she pointed to the closet. I could see the suit hanging in a clear protective cover. I only gave it the slightest glance before looking away while shaking my head. "I don’t need to see that," I said. "I'm gonna have to look at it in five days anyway."
    Mia went to work, putting together three outfits by laying them out on the bed. I wanted to protest all of her choices