She turned on the shower and stood under the hot water. She finished her shower and brushed her teeth. The towels were large so she just wrapped one around her middle and stepped out of the bathroom, half expecting to see Smiley in the bedroom. He wasn’t. She walked over to the dresser to get another large shirt to wear. They were supposed to go shopping but nothing in the dresser looked acceptable to wear outside the house.

“Hello?”

That wasn’t Smiley’s voice. She shoved on a shirt and a pair of baggy cotton shorts then rushed out of the bedroom and down the hallway. Wager stood in the living room holding a tray. He grinned when he saw her peeking around the corner.

“Good morning, Vanni. I brought food.”

“Thank you.” She pushed her wet hair away from her face and stepped into the room. It made her a little self-conscious to be wearing something she’d normally sleep in. “Good morning to you.”

“Do you want this on the bar?”

“The coffee table is fine. I really appreciate you delivering breakfast.”

“It’s something we do for special guests.” He put the tray down and straightened. His nose crinkled and he grinned. “Smiley stayed.”

“How do you know that?” Her gaze darted around the floor by the couch, looking for any evidence of what they’d done yesterday but the only thing out of place was the coffee table, which Smiley had shoved a few feet from its original spot. “Did you talk to him?”

“I can detect his scent. It’s strong.”

“Wow. Your sense of smell is that good?”

He smiled. “Yes. I can tell all kinds of things with my nose.”

She believed him.

“I’m glad it was not just the breeding drug that drew you both to share sex. I know this time your food and drinks were not tampered with. I’ll be outside.” He crossed the room and the door closed behind him.

“Shit.” She sniffed, unable to pick up anything but the smell of bacon and coffee coming from the tray. It was a little disturbing to know Wager could tell they’d had sex.

She sat, staring at the food—scrambled eggs, toast, bacon and hash browns. The coffee was black but a few creamers and sugar packets had been added to the tray. She unwrapped the silverware from a napkin and dug in. Her stomach rumbled from having missed dinner.

The front door opened a few minutes later and Smiley stepped in carrying a backpack slung over one shoulder and a thick black garment bag held aloft. He grinned.

“You’re awake and you’ve already showered.”

“Hi.” She felt a little self-conscious but tried not to let it show. They’d spent the night together and she needed to get over her shyness with him. He’d made it pretty clear with that note that he planned to spend a lot of time with her while she was at Homeland. There was no telling how long that would be.

He dropped the backpack and laid the garment bag over a chair by the door. Smiley wore a blue long-sleeved, button-down shirt with black pants tucked into a pair of black biker boots. The style looked good on him. Her gaze lifted to his.

“I’m sorry it took longer than expected. Justice wanted to see me. Our public relations team brought this garment bag for you. I was told it contains an entire outfit—ins to outs. I assume that means undergarments and shoes too.”

“That was nice of them. I hope the sizes aren’t too off.”

He crossed the room and sat on the coffee table next to her tray. “I have to confess something.”

Her fork froze on the way to her mouth. The last time she’d heard a man say those words it had been her first boyfriend telling her he’d gotten someone else pregnant. That’s how their relationship had ended and she’d realized what a scumbag he’d been.

“The task force team kind of broke into your apartment and scouted it. They relayed that information to our public relations humans so they could buy you accurate-fitting clothing for today.”

“They broke in?”

“Yes. I’m sorry, Vanni. It had nothing to do with us not trusting you. It’s just that you were sleeping so peacefully that I refused to wake you. The clothing you brought with you obviously wasn’t to your shape. I know you live with another female so I gave one of our males the shirt you wore to enable him to recognize your scent. He identified your clothing for the team and they recorded the sizes. A male who works with our public relations team had a shop open afterhours and he picked out something for you. I hope it is to your liking.”

Her gaze drifted to the bag across the room and then to Smiley. He frowned.

“Are you angry? They secured your home afterward and did no damage. Our public relations people wanted to buy you a new outfit to wear today when we take you to buy new clothing. It gives us a reason to show everyone we’re together. I saw no reason for them to take your possessions from your home without your permission.”

“I’m just kind of surprised. That seems like a lot of work when you could have just asked my size.”

“We get things done. You needed the sleep and I handled the situation. I also ordered personal products for you, like the ones you keep in your home. They will be delivered today.”

“Personal products?”

He smiled. “Your bathing products. Shampoo, conditioner, body wash and even the deodorant and toothpaste you prefer.”

“Okay.” It seemed a bit much but she couldn’t really complain since he’d said they hadn’t damaged anything. It was actually very thoughtful. “Thank you.”

He grinned. “I chose the outfit from the ones they selected. They brought a few. I hope you don’t mind. Someone will send the rest over later if you wish but I’m taking you shopping today. I thought you’d like to pick out your own style.”

“I don’t mind.” It had to beat anything Mable had chosen for her when she’d been imprisoned at Gregory’s vacation home. “Have you eaten?” She indicated that he could share her meal.

“I ate. Thank you.”

“What time did you leave?”

“Around four a.m. I thought I’d be back sooner but it took time to go to Security to collect your bag and pack my own things. I brought enough to last a few days and I can get more when I run out.”

She managed to keep her mouth from dropping open. It did sound as if he planned to stay with her the entire time she was at Homeland. It wasn’t a bad thing in her mind. It was actually comforting and wonderful knowing she wouldn’t be alone.

“Please eat your food, Vanni. You’ll need your strength.”

She was glad she didn’t have food in her mouth when his gaze dropped to her breasts and a hungry look narrowed his beautiful eyes. His implications were clear.

He glanced up and smiled. “Are you ready to go shopping today and get harassed by humans with cameras?”

“I guess so.”

“Don’t worry. No one will get too close. I’m going to protect you and we’ll have a few teams backing us up. Justice didn’t notify anyone of our plan so it will take the media some time to assemble wherever we go.”

“Is that a good or bad thing?”

“Good. Humans use social networks when they see us and upload photos. The press arrives soon afterward. We’ll be in and out before they can get too many vans out there and set up to shoot video. We do this all the time.”

“You have to face that every time you go shopping?”

“We don’t usually buy our clothing in the out world. It’s mostly online but we do have outings we can’t avoid sometimes. It’s not as bad up at Reservation because there aren’t a lot of hotels or motels to house the reporters who hound our people. The humans who live in the nearby town aren’t too welcoming of the press so there’s less to deal with. Here at Homeland it can get pretty bad, fast.”

She finished most of her breakfast though her appetite was gone. Her brief dealings with the media circus outside her apartment wasn’t a fond memory. “I don’t think anyone really likes reporters.”

“The humans who live by Reservation are friends of ours. They won’t tolerate protestors either.” He grinned. “I like Sheriff Cooper. He asks for our help often and arrests anyone who causes Species trouble.”