‘Where is it?’ Lauren’s exasperated voice filters through from the closet as a pair of trainers and a tennis racquet fly out of the open door, landing on top of the heap of clothes and shoes that are already piled there.
‘Babe, I already said that I would buy you a new one’ her Mate, Tyler calls back to her from where he is laying on the bed, one arm tucked behind his head as he flicks through the television channels.
‘No, I want my old one’ the she wolf whines, ‘you don’t understand, my dad gave it to me, I need to find it! I can’t go to their anniversary dinner without it . . ‘
Groaning to himself, the elite warrior pushes himself up from the bed, padding his way over to the closet door and ducking quickly as a bright red high heeled shoe flies toward him.
‘Babe’ he pouts, peeking ar
