Meant to Be Immortal (Argeneau #32) - Lynsay Sands Page 0,57
the store, leaving the men to trail her as she made a beeline for the men’s section.
What followed was the most amusing couple of hours CJ had enjoyed in quite a while. Justin Bricker was an enthusiastic shopper, choosing items and insisting Mac try them on for them to judge. Unfortunately, Bricker’s taste ran to floral-patterned short-sleeve shirts, and Mario Brothers–themed T-shirts. These he liked to pair with orange or green shorts or joggers. CJ had to bite her lip several times to keep from laughing at Mac’s irritation as Bricker pointed out his finer qualities in the horrid outfits. Things like while the floral pattern might be a bit much, the blue flowers did bring out the color of his “gorgeous silver-blue eyes.” Or that maybe the orange shorts were ugly and far too tight, but they did show off his fine legs and generous “package.” A comment that had embarrassed her enough that CJ had decided the fun was over and it was time to intervene. She’d taken over the picking out of outfits then, selecting several nice plain T-shirts in solid colors without sayings, images, or comments on them, and a few dressier shirts both long- and short-sleeved also in solid colors. She’d also picked jeans rather than shorts, and a pair of black dress pants. Bricker had said his skin was sensitive, after all, so pants were probably better than shorts for him. It was certainly better for her not to be staring at his bare legs in shorts.
Mac liked everything she selected. He didn’t seem to want to try anything on, and she—more than happy to speed this shopping trip along—didn’t suggest he should. She also left the underwear shopping to him. They hit the shoe section after that, and then the pharmacy section to pick up personal items before taking everything up to check out.
The lineup was even worse than it had been when she and Bricker had purchased the clothes Mac was now wearing. CJ resigned herself to waiting, but glanced around as they did. Like Bricker and Decker, she had been on the alert the entire time they’d been shopping. Not expecting trouble, just keeping an eye out for it. They were doing the same now, but as CJ took note of the other shoppers in line, she couldn’t help noticing the looks the other female shoppers were giving the men. It made her take a real good look at the three of them.
They were all tall, all well-built, and all good-looking. But while Justin and Decker were looking dangerous and sexy in black T-shirts, black jeans, and black boots, Mac was more approachable in the jeans and shirt she’d picked out.
Even so, CJ thought as she examined them, they were all incredibly . . . hot. Almost unnaturally so. Seriously, there was just something about them . . . She looked each man over more slowly, trying to figure out what it was. Each was handsome, sure, but they were all also pale. Not sickly looking as Mac had appeared that morning, just pale like someone whose skin had never been touched by sun. That pale skin was flawless though. The pores so tiny they weren’t visible. Each had dark hair, but in slightly varying shades. Each was tall too, and well put together with wide shoulders and slim hips. Still, their attraction seemed to stretch beyond that. It was almost irresistible.
Like they were charmed, CJ thought suddenly, and smiled crookedly at the thought. She’d read a story once about a witch who had created a charm that made her irresistibly attractive to the opposite sex, and that was what had just popped into her mind. It was like they each had a charm like that fictional witch had possessed.
“Ridiculous,” she muttered to herself, and turned her attention to watching the people around them again until it was their turn at the till. Despite the amount of time it had taken them to shop, Mac hadn’t bought much: a pair of dress pants, a couple of pairs of blue jeans, several T-shirts, two short-sleeved dress shirts, one long-sleeved dress shirt, running shoes, and sport sandals. He’d also bought deodorant, toothpaste, a toothbrush, a hairbrush, bar soap, and shampoo. That was about it, though, and once they were being rung up, it didn’t take long. Thanks to the shoeboxes they ended up with five bags to carry.
“You shouldn’t be bogged down with bags if you’re on bodyguard duty,” CJ pointed out, taking