Dane led me out the front door to his pickup and opened the door for me. His hands slipped around my waist as he hoisted me up. “You should really get a normal-sized vehicle. One that I don’t need assistance getting into. Why do you have such a tall pickup anyways?” I asked curiously. He just laughed, “I just like it.” It ended up being only a 30-minute drive to the next town. “Dane, I don’t have money to shop here,” I confessed as he parked the pickup.
“My money is your money. You don’t have to worry about anything anymore. I promise I’ll always take care of you…in every way.” He helped me out, taking my hand in his, “I can’t use your money.” He laughed, “You can, and you will. Look if it makes you feel better. I make sure everyone in my pack has what that need. From clothes and food, to
