Chapter Six
Sloan
Closing the refrigerator door after finding little in it, I knew it was time to make a grocery run, even though it was the last thing I felt like doing on a Sunday morning. “If I want to eat, I have to shop.”
Grabbing my purse on the way out, I stopped on the front porch, looking at Baldwyn’s door. Maybe I should see if he’d like me to pick up anything.
Giving my cell a glance, I saw it was only seven in the morning. That seemed a bit too early to be knocking on anyone’s door—even if he was up already. Sunday was the only day we all took off work. I couldn’t risk waking him up.
As I pulled into the nearly empty parking lot of my favorite grocery store, I felt happy that I wouldn’t have to fight a crowd. Taking my time meant I’d find better bargains than if I had to r
