“What do you think?”he asks, holding up two bottles of body wash.
“Whichever is cheaper.”
He frowns.“Which scent do you like better?”
“That one.”I point to the strawberry bottle.
We move to the shampoo and conditioner section next.We make our way up and down the toiletry aisle, and I grab face wash, moisturizer, lip balm, toothpaste, toothbrush, a brush, and hair ties.
The clothing section is tiny, but I’m able to grab some socks, underwear, sports bras, pajamas, shirts, a hoodie, and yoga pants.
“Thanks,” I say gratefully as we load my bags into the back of his truck.
“Don’t mention it.”
He helps me into the passenger seat, and we drive back to his house.He carries the bags inside, and I fold and stack them on the dresser.
“Are you hungry?”Jameson asks.
“No, I’m good.”
“We should talk.”
I turn to face him.“I really don’t remember anything else about the men who took me, or the one who bought me.”
“No, not about that.There’s something I need to tell you.”
My stomach twists.“Okay.”
He hesitates.“And… it’s not small.”
I clutch my hands in my lap.“Okay.”
He turns to face me fully.“There’s more to this town than you think.”
I wait for him to elaborate.
“There are shifters here,” he continues carefully.“Bears, like me, and wolves, rabbits, hawks, elk, all the animals.”
“I’m sorry?Shifters?”
He nods.“Shifters.Humans who can change between human and animal forms.In my case, I can turn into a bear.”
He says it so confidently that I can’t tell if he’s joking.
I blink once.
Twice.
Then I say slowly, “Right.Okay.”
He stiffens, not seeming to know what to do now.
That makes two of us.
“You’re… taking that better than expected,” he says.
“There are cults and kidnappings and secret rescue groups,” I reply dryly.“My life is crazy, and the guy I’m staying with is also crazy.Makes sense.”
