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Still, she wasn’t completely sorry for it. She had to admit that it had been nice to get a change of scenery for a few hours. It had been surprisingly refreshing to talk to someone outside of their little group of refugee shifters, even if that someone had been a grumpy old bartender.
    “Whatever,” Hope said. “I’m going to get some breakfast.” Then she spun on her heel and made her way back to the small cabin.
    “Don’t you mean lunch?” Calum called after her, then burst into a fit of laughter.
    Hope gritted her teeth and ignored him. She loved her brother, but he definitely knew exactly how to get under her skin.
    Hope stormed into the cabin and put some coffee on to brew, then looked in the refrigerator to see what was available for food. There were plenty of eggs, so she decided to make herself an omelet. She started robotically going through the motions of chopping up an onion and then cracking eggs open. She felt angry, ashamed, and confused all at once, and she didn’t know how to deal with the sudden flood of emotions.
    Drew was so lucky to be human. He could do whatever he wanted to do, and go wherever he wanted to go. Did he really have to rub it in all of their faces by going to town two days in a row?
    Hope cursed as she accidentally dropped an egg on the floor, sending it’s sticky clear white and goopy yellow yolk splattering in several directions. With a sigh, she went to get something to clean it up with. She forced herself to take several deep breaths as she cleaned, willing herself to calm down and be rational. She knew part of her anger toward Drew stemmed from the fact that she had been dreaming of his perfect, sculpted body ever since he kissed her yesterday. She had been hoping that he might pay a little extra attention to her today. She’d even dreamed about what it would be like to kiss him again. But instead of paying attention to her, he’d taken off into town.
    “Must be nice,” Hope said bitterly, scrubbing the floor rigorously even though the raw egg was long since cleaned up.
    “What’s nice?” a voice asked from the doorway of the cabin.
    Hope froze, then looked up to see Drew in the doorway. He was standing there with the sun to his back, making him look like a silhouette. A sexy, broad-shouldered silhouette. He was carrying a huge cloth bag in one arm, and he smelled like hot dogs and beer. He’d been at the bar in town, that’s for sure. Hope felt the anger bubbling up within her again. He was maddeningly gorgeous, but she hated herself for even thinking that right now.
    “Have fun going out on the town drinking?” she asked. “Must be nice to not be a prisoner in your own home. To come and go as you please.”
    Hope stood up and tossed away the cleaning rag she’d been using, then crossed her arms and stared at Drew defiantly. If he said one word about how this was hard for him, too, she swore she was going to really go off on him.
    But he didn’t say anything for a long time. Instead, he took one step into the cabin so she could see him better. His eyes were tired and sorrowful, and they looked into Hope’s eyes with such intensity that she finally had to drop her gaze.
    “I, uh. Look. I don’t want to fight. I know things are tough right now. I don’t really want to argue about whose life is shittier. I just wanted to give you this,” Drew said. He held out the cloth bag to Hope, and she gingerly reached out and took it from him, still not meeting his eyes.
    “I know you’ve been going a little stir-crazy lately, and I get it,” Drew continued. “You’re used to the city, to technology, to having places to go and people to see. It’s too quiet out here. Life’s too slow. You miss your computer and your graphic art. I can’t really help with all of that. Things kind of are what they are right now. But I thought maybe this would help, at least a little bit. Go on. Look at it.”
    Hope did as she was told, opening the cloth bag so she could see what