“Yep.” I slid the phone over to Bo.
He scanned the messages before sliding it back.
“If you want to go back to sleep, you can.” I gestured toward the bedroom. The man looked exhausted.
“We’ve got things to do.”
“I can handle them.”
“I’m helping. I’ll go pick up the mattress now, before it gets any more weird smells from the store than it already has. It should fit in the back of my truck. I’ll stop for groceries on the way home, too.”
“If you drop me off at the store, I can take care of the grocery shopping while you pick up the mattress.”
“Or we can do both errands together,” Bo said, meeting my gaze head-on.
The look in his eyes was almost a challenge.
He didn’t think I had the balls to spend the morning with him.
“Fine,” I agreed.
He blinked in surprise, but recovered quickly. “Give me a minute to get dressed.”
“I’ll change after you.”
“We can pick up food on the way. I don’t want to open my freezers until they’ve had time to get back to the right temperature.”
I nodded, and he disappeared back into the bedroom.
The grizzly hadtwomassive freezers full of basic foods. Mainly meat, bread, and other similar staples. I’d been surprised when I saw them while he and Artie loaded them into the moving truck, but I guess I shouldn’t have been. He’d told me before that he would never run out of food, and I knew how much he ate. That meant he had to have a ton of storage.
It still caught me off guard.
Not in a bad way, of course.
When he came out in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, I slipped past him and into the bedroom. My duffel was next to his boxes of clothes, so I pulled out a clean pair of leggings and a long-sleeve shirt, once again forgoing a bra.
My tits were small enough that it wasn’t obvious when I’d skipped one. I didn’t particularly care if it was obvious, either.
My hair was extra wild, so I tied it up in a ponytail with a hairband I found in the side pocket of my bag. I took a minute to brush my teeth and throw on some deodorant too, figuring it was better to smell like chemicals than like sweat.
When I stepped back out of the bedroom and found Bo frying what must’ve been the last of the eggs he’d had in his cabin’s fridge, I hesitated.
Part of me wanted to go back into our room.
And close the door.
And avoid all contact with the gigantic shifter.
I was a fox, though. Not a chicken.
So I forced myself to walk back to my chair.
“I thought you wanted to eat in town,” I said as I went.
“That’ll be second breakfast. There’s not enough to fill us up here,” Bo said, looking over his shoulder.
His eyes moved over me slowly.
