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Authors: Sloane Meyers
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to sneak in a little nap before the doctor came. She was still recovering from the chaos of the day before, and she had a feeling life was about to become even more chaotic as she helped the bear shifters try to stop their enemies.
Chapter Six
The next day, Rhythm stood in front of a full length mirror in Ben’s guest room, frantically trying on clothes. When Ben picked her up from the hospital the day before, he had brought a small suitcase with him, filled with clothes from the other crew members’ mates. He told her that they had filled it with a few necessities to get her started until she had a chance to get to the store, and Rhythm had eagerly opened it, hoping to find something comfortable to wear that actually fit.
She hadn’t been disappointed. The suitcase had been packed with several different pairs of yoga pants in three different sizes, as well as a variety of soft, long-sleeved t-shirts and hoodies. Socks, and shoes—also in three different sizes—had been included as well. The three women had all contributed something, probably in hopes that at least one of them wore the same size as Rhythm. Rhythm had found the garments closest to her size, and had happily slipped into the soft, comfy clothes. The woman had also included toiletries for her in a travel toiletry bag. Shampoo, conditioner, body wash, face wash, body lotion, toothpaste, and a toothbrush were all in the bag. There were even a few tampons in there, just in case. Her new friends, whom she hadn’t even met yet, had thought of everything.
But tonight, Rhythm was flying to Frost Peak with Ben for Evan’s funeral. She needed to find something to wear that wasn’t yoga pants, and the only option in the suitcase was a simple, black dress that looked about three sizes too small when she tried it on. She dug through the rest of the clothes, trying on black jeans and a red sweater, hoping that it would look dressy enough for a funeral service. But the jeans screamed casual, and the last thing Rhythm wanted to do was offend Evan’s family by looking like she hadn’t put any thought or effort into how she appeared for the funeral. Feeling defeated, she sat down on the bed and put her head in her hands. She should go shopping, but she didn’t have any debit or credit cards right now. Everything was back at her old apartment, and she didn’t dare go there. It’s not like she even had transportation to get anywhere, anyway, since she had left her car parked outside the lab. Rhythm had no money on her, and no means of getting any until her new credit cards arrived, which she had ordered from the bank’s customer service phone line. Luckily, she had her I.D. since she had always kept her driver’s license clipped behind her work badge. Occasionally the guards at the lab would ask for secondary I.D., and Rhythm had decided at one point that it was just easier to be prepared. The guards really should have known who she was by then, but they liked to play up their role and act like big, important assholes. Rhythm was thankful for that now. Getting a new license would have been even more of a hassle than ordering new bank cards.
She’d been careful not to let the hospital know she had I.D., though, so that they wouldn’t know her real name. At some point, a bill would be sent out to Rachel Evans, a person who didn’t actually exist. Rhythm felt a little guilty, but she told herself she’d find a way eventually to make it right with the hospital. In the meantime, she was more concerned with keeping herself alive.
And with figuring out what to wear tomorrow. She surveyed the pile of clothes on the bed again and frowned. Maybe she should try to get in touch with one of the other woman. They probably had something she could borrow. They just hadn’t sent many dress options along because they didn’t know Rhythm would be attending a funeral tomorrow.
A knock sounded on the door, and Rhythm glanced up in surprise. She hadn’t heard Ben come in,
Chapter Six
The next day, Rhythm stood in front of a full length mirror in Ben’s guest room, frantically trying on clothes. When Ben picked her up from the hospital the day before, he had brought a small suitcase with him, filled with clothes from the other crew members’ mates. He told her that they had filled it with a few necessities to get her started until she had a chance to get to the store, and Rhythm had eagerly opened it, hoping to find something comfortable to wear that actually fit.
She hadn’t been disappointed. The suitcase had been packed with several different pairs of yoga pants in three different sizes, as well as a variety of soft, long-sleeved t-shirts and hoodies. Socks, and shoes—also in three different sizes—had been included as well. The three women had all contributed something, probably in hopes that at least one of them wore the same size as Rhythm. Rhythm had found the garments closest to her size, and had happily slipped into the soft, comfy clothes. The woman had also included toiletries for her in a travel toiletry bag. Shampoo, conditioner, body wash, face wash, body lotion, toothpaste, and a toothbrush were all in the bag. There were even a few tampons in there, just in case. Her new friends, whom she hadn’t even met yet, had thought of everything.
But tonight, Rhythm was flying to Frost Peak with Ben for Evan’s funeral. She needed to find something to wear that wasn’t yoga pants, and the only option in the suitcase was a simple, black dress that looked about three sizes too small when she tried it on. She dug through the rest of the clothes, trying on black jeans and a red sweater, hoping that it would look dressy enough for a funeral service. But the jeans screamed casual, and the last thing Rhythm wanted to do was offend Evan’s family by looking like she hadn’t put any thought or effort into how she appeared for the funeral. Feeling defeated, she sat down on the bed and put her head in her hands. She should go shopping, but she didn’t have any debit or credit cards right now. Everything was back at her old apartment, and she didn’t dare go there. It’s not like she even had transportation to get anywhere, anyway, since she had left her car parked outside the lab. Rhythm had no money on her, and no means of getting any until her new credit cards arrived, which she had ordered from the bank’s customer service phone line. Luckily, she had her I.D. since she had always kept her driver’s license clipped behind her work badge. Occasionally the guards at the lab would ask for secondary I.D., and Rhythm had decided at one point that it was just easier to be prepared. The guards really should have known who she was by then, but they liked to play up their role and act like big, important assholes. Rhythm was thankful for that now. Getting a new license would have been even more of a hassle than ordering new bank cards.
She’d been careful not to let the hospital know she had I.D., though, so that they wouldn’t know her real name. At some point, a bill would be sent out to Rachel Evans, a person who didn’t actually exist. Rhythm felt a little guilty, but she told herself she’d find a way eventually to make it right with the hospital. In the meantime, she was more concerned with keeping herself alive.
And with figuring out what to wear tomorrow. She surveyed the pile of clothes on the bed again and frowned. Maybe she should try to get in touch with one of the other woman. They probably had something she could borrow. They just hadn’t sent many dress options along because they didn’t know Rhythm would be attending a funeral tomorrow.
A knock sounded on the door, and Rhythm glanced up in surprise. She hadn’t heard Ben come in,
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