My Father’s Best FriendEva~My stomach tightened at my father’s thought, but the sound of Rolf’s name coming out of his mouth as well made me more excited. But I stayed quiet.“Pack something that covers you,” he said. “Longer skirts, and proper tops. Nothing that rides up or falls open. Do you understand me?”“Yes,” I replied, holding back from rolling my eyes.He looked at me for another second, like he was waiting for an argument. When I didn’t give him one, he gave me a thumbs up and walked out, closing the door behind him harder than necessary.I stood there holding the headboard of the bed, jaw locked, the black skirt still crumpled in my fist.The moment I knew he was entirely out, I rolled my eyes so hard it almost hurt.“Look good for him,” I muttered under my breath. I was looking good for Rolf, not Mac, or any other male wolves. Him.I snatched a pair of longer skirts from the back of the closet and threw them into the suitcase on top of everything else. Then a couple of p
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