Alpha Reid
“Something comfy? Dressy? Let’s start with this, what are you dressing for?”
I shrug, sinking down to sit on the edge of the bed. “I’d like to go for a run,” I say, arranging little Sadie on my lap facing me. She looks a lot like her mama- big hazel eyes and honey brown whisps of hair on her head.
“Casual, then,” Taylor says with a snap of her fingers, heading for the large dresser positioned against the wall across from the bed. “Athletic wear.” She pulls open a drawer, reaching in and rifling through the clothes.