The old monster was back in shape. Dane could leave now. Drive back to the lonely desolate cabin that awaited him. Back to his life, that didn't involve a fugitive.
But he couldn't.
Not when the damn eggs on the shop display window reminded him of her clumsy attempts to make breakfast. Breakfast which she didn't eat and haven't devoured since a full day's time.
Beast or not, he didn't like the thought of some woman dying on his property or in his family cabin. Dane walked into the small remote grocery shop and grabbed a few items. Eggs, milk, bacon, and coffee. When he reached the goodies section, it suddenly dawned on him that she was still a complete stranger.
What kind of sweets did she like?
Sweet or sour?
Did she even like to eat sweets?
Dane grabbed each candy bar, each sour candy, and each flavor of chips he laid his eyes on until he convinced himself not to buy the entire store.
