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“Uh, sure. When and where?”

“I will send you the text, and we are getting there in the next twenty minutes.”

Atil took the hint, and a moment later, a vehicle roared to life outside.

“Okay, we are heading out. I am sending you the address.”

Lyric asked, “How was mating day?”

“I wish I didn’t wear jeans.”

Laughter spilled through the phone, and she said her goodbyes.

Wellyn put his hands on her shoulders and steered her out of the house to where a very tall SUV was waiting for them.

Draven held the door for her and helped her in, then went around the vehicle to get in his own seat. Wellyn was up front, and they were on their way.

Draven took her hand and ran his fingers across her palm. He smiled. “Busy day for you.”

“Yeah, when I sleep, I am going to go down like a felled tree.”

Wellyn murmured, “Eventually.”

“Right.” Her nose brought her the scent of the leather seats and the men around her.

Draven smiled. “Sense of smell is back?”

“Yeah. And taste. I am not gonna say that I can taste the difference between you three yet, but I can definitely pick you out in a dark room.”

They all laughed.

She was pretty sure that her sense of taste would improve over time.

They drove into the city, and she grinned as she knew what kind of disapproval her clothing was going to bring. She was looking forward to it. Acceptance was neither requested nor required.

She entered the shop and smiled at the women. “Hello, Lady Fen has asked that I show up here.”

The women looked at her, at her guys behind her, and then at a photo on their phones. “You are Win?”

She wrinkled her nose and grinned. “Yes. I am both short and tall. Depending on the need of the moment.”

The ladies stared and closed their mouths with a snap. “So, you get this tall?”

“Yes, but I like these jeans and am fond of this shirt, and both forms need clothing. I worked a daily blue-collar job, and my wardrobe has precisely one dress to use when I photograph events.”

She smiled, and Lady Fen came in from the back room. “Win! Excellent. How are you feeling?”

“Fine. A little tired.”

Lady Fen looked at the men behind her and raised her brows. “A little?”

Win smiled. “A little.”

Fen patted her cheek. She looked at the two ladies and began to rap out orders on what she wanted her great-granddaughter to wear.

After sending the ladies scurrying, Fen said, “Now, gentlemen, what would you like your mate to wear on an evening out?”

The guys thought about it, and Win smiled when Draven said, “Silk. Lots of silk that moves when she moves.”

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