“I could whip her up some scrambled eggs,” I offered, forcing away those thoughts. “Or I’ve got tuna in the pantry. I’m sure that will be good for her. Choline and omega three.” “She’s got food,” Rowan said quietly, an indescribable look on his face. His features had softened, but his eyes flared with something I couldn’t decipher. “It’s in the truck. Came prepared.” I tugged on my lip. He’d come prepared. Ready to stay the night here. After he ran Nathan out of town. I didn’t think about the Nathan part. I couldn’t. It was too huge and confusing. “Why didn’t you bring it in?” I asked him. He
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