THE DRIVE to San DeLain was insane like normal, but they made decent time considering it was a Saturday. Hudson tried to give his business to paranormal-owned shops, but there were still some places they visited that were human-owned.
As they walked into the first store on their list, a human-owned bedding boutique, Hudson immediately regretted his decision.
The salesclerk behind the counter, a young woman with perfectly styled hair and an air of superiority, glanced at Kit, giving him a once-over. She raised an eyebrow in disapproval at how he was dressed before turning her attention back to her phone.
Hudson was getting ready to usher his mates back out the door when calamity struck.
The salesclerk spoke up, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “Can I help you people find something?”
Hudson gritted his teeth and forced a polite smile. “We’re shopping for custom-made Egyptian sheets.”
She rolled her eyes. “Well, you won’t find anything like that here.” She gave Kit another pointed look before turning back to her phone.
“Girlfriend, you have no idea the mistake you just made,” Kit said.
