not whole, and for some reason bunking at my house was helping.
With me he could have a pack, but not be Alpha and responsible for everyone.
I wasn't sure it would work out so well for him if I moved in with Adam--and I knew it wouldn't work out if he moved over here, too.
See, worrying already.
I took a deep breath and let it go.
Tomorrow I would worry about Samuel, about Stefan, and about Amber, whose ghost was the least of her problems.
I was just going to enjoy today.
For the whole day I was going to be happy and carefree.
I slid out of bed and realized I was stark naked.
Which was only to be expected.
But there was no sign of underwear on the floor or in the bedding.
I was head and shoulders under the bed when Adam said, from the doorway, "I spy with my little eye something that begins with the letter A." "I'll spy your little eye and squish it," I threatened, but, since the bed hid me, there was a grin on my face.
I'm not body shy--not growing up among werewolves.
I can fake it so people don't get the wrong idea ...
but with Adam it would be the right one.
I wiggled the something in question, and he patted it.
"I've been smelling whatever you've been cooking"--something with lemon and chicken--"it's making me hungry.
But I can't find my underwear." "You could go without," he suggested, sitting on the bed just to the right of me.
"Hah," I said.
"Not on your life, buster.
Jesse and who knows who else are down there.
I'm not running around without underwear." "Who would know?" he asked.
"I would know," I told him, pulling my head out from under the bed only to see that he had my bright blue panties dangling from a finger.
"They were under the pillow," he said with an innocent smile.
I snatched them and put them on.
Then I hopped up and went to the bathroom, where the rest of my clothes were.
I dressed, took a step toward the bathroom, and had a flashback.
I'd been here, unworthy, soiled ...
stained.
I couldn't face them, couldn't look into their faces because they all knew...