“So, I’ve been thinking,” he said when they’d finally made it back on the road. A drive-through had provided coffee and muffins, and they were both happily munching away on their breakfast-on-the-go as the suburbs gave way to swaths of forest. “The best way for you to be of help is to stay with me. I live above the Last Chance, so it’s convenient. And you’d be on hand to help me with weird last-minute emergencies like plastic bags attacking me. But if you don’t feel comfortable with that, there’s a little cabin that might be available. It’s within walking distance of the bar. I promise I won’t take it personally if you want your own space.”
She turned the idea over in her mind. Would it be strange to basically move in with Jake? Would she be better off with her own place? That seemed sill
