The rest of the morning, Allison sat at the unused dining room table and made out the grocery list and meal plan. Baking goods and every kind of cooking utensil she could think of went on a different list. The place was empty, devoid of any sort of warmth. Well that was changing. There was no way she was going to live in this kind of room the rest of her life. If she was going to force herself to live here and have a semi-life with Deucalion, then she was going to do it her way and make this place her home. He'd practically given her run of the place, so she saw it as hers. Fine by her. There was so much she could do with all this space. And when he'd said rooms, he meant it. On her self-given tour of the house, she found eight rooms, including the office across the hall from the bedroom,
