Gareth shook his head as they climbed back into his truck. Brandi was certainly not like any woman he’d ever known.
“Damn it. You said they don’t actually disappear completely. So where the hell do my clothes go?”
Reed held out the blanket for Ariel to walk into it. Her frustration made him want to laugh, but her cold shivers held him back. “They don’t usually go far. They could be on the ground nearby or the last place they were before you put them on.”
“Great,” Ariel said, stomping to Matt’s house. “Let me run in and check Matt’s bedroom. The man is a neat freak and I can’t get it out of my mind. I had laid them over the back of a chair last night. He refolded them and put them on some fancy dresser he has in there.”
Reed crossed his arms and nodded, even though Ariel didn’t see him.
