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“You’re welcome.” I lean my head against his side. “We can make more if you want. I cracked a few of the first ones, but I’ve been working on baking the beads in my hands.”

“Fire Touch?” Vameer sounds impressed, making me smile.

“Yep.” My eyes catch on the rest of the delivery, and I point to the table. “I only asked for the bracelet help, so no idea what that is.”

“I don’t think that old weirdo would send something dangerous, but let me be the one to open it.” Vameer squeezes my shoulders, then steps to the package.

Looking down at the envelope still in my hand, I narrow my eyes. “He sent a note.”

“Does it say what the hells this is?”

I blink at the bright red somewhat shiny fabric Vameer has revealed.

“Uh…” I pull the notecard out and read. “Mr. Vadas, your brother, Mr. Vadas, mentioned that you need better clothes to get drunk in. Lady Vadas, you’re welcome.”

I lift my brows as I set the note down.

Vameer sighs. “I don’t need drinking clothes.”

“Course not. You can just drink naked.”

My mate narrows his eyes at me. “I had drawers on.”

“Uh-huh.” I nod to the table. “Maybe it’s a stack of shiny drawers.”

“Wouldn’t surprise me,” Vameer grumbles.

Then he lifts the fabric, and it unfolds. Showing that it’s all one piece. “What is this supposed to be?”

My grin is instant. “Oh my gods. Put that on.”

He looks at me. “How?”

I take it from his hands and turn it, so I’m holding the long-sleeved spandex-style jumpsuit by the shoulders.

It’s an honest-to-gods shiny fire truck–red superhero costume.

Vameer pokes at the chest of the jumpsuit. “It looks like it’s made for someone tiny. Like you.”

As much as I enjoy my massive mate calling me tiny, I’m going to enjoy this more.

Grinning, I shift my hold and pull, showing how much the fabric stretches. “It’s gonna be snug.”

Vameer drags his tongue over his fang, and sweet baby gods, I need him to put this on.

“I don’t⁠—”

“You have to.” My voice comes out a little breathy, and Vameer’s gaze locks on mine.

“Mate…” He takes a deep inhale.

I hold eye contact. “Put it on.”

“Show me how.”

“Strip.” I wiggle my brows.

“If I do that, we are both getting naked, and I’m putting nothing but you on.”