Mary was rather surprised that she managed the task before Dante and Bailey returned, but simply took it as a sign that she was doing the right thing and checked to be sure that all the storage compartments under the RV were locked, before going inside and closing the bedroom slide-out. Once the bed had slid all the way forward to press against the drawers under the closets, she left the panel to quickly slide the L-shaped couch back into a straight couch. She then closed the living-room slide-out as well. They hadn’t put out the awning, so Mary next got into the driver’s seat, turned on the engine and retracted the jacks.
“What are you doing?”
Glancing around at that question, she saw that Dante was leading Bailey into the RV, but merely gestured toward the table and waited for the jacks to finish pulling up as she watched him drop Bailey’s leash and move to the table to examine the contents she’d removed from the box.
The jacks finished retracting then, and Mary turned in the driver’s seat and patted her leg. Bailey immediately moved to her side.
“Good girl,” Mary murmured and leaned down to undo her leash.
Standing then, she hung the leash on the hook and moved up beside Dante. “I’m sorry I opened it. It was addressed to me.”
“Yes. Lucian asked for your name,” Dante murmured, retrieving a bag of blood from the cooler.
Mary peered at him curiously, noting that his eyes were glowing more silver than black.
“You need blood,” she guessed.
He grimaced and nodded. “I was careful not to take too much from the people at the truck stop. It was enough to handle the worst of the healing, but I needed more and did not take much at all from Dave before you stopped me.”
“I’m sorry,” she said softly.
Dante merely shrugged, grabbed two more bags and turned to carry them toward the bathroom door.
“You don’t have to go in there to feed,” Mary protested with a frown.
Dante hesitated, but then turned back. “It will not make you uncomfortable if I feed in front of you?”
“I don’t think so,” she said honestly. “Actually, I’m kind of curious to see—” Mary stopped abruptly as he opened his mouth and his canines suddenly shifted and slid down like the tips of staples descending out of a stapler, and then he slapped one of the bags to them. That was the only way to describe it. He just slapped it on them like poking a straw into a fast-food drink glass. Mary watched silently as the bag began to shrink, crumpling inward as the blood inside dwindled. It was all rather fast, certainly quicker than she’d expected, and then he tugged the now empty bag off of his fangs and slapped another one on.
Not wanting to make him uncomfortable, Mary turned away then and began to check that all the drawers and cupboards were securely closed so that they wouldn’t swing open with every turn the RV took. They might still come crashing open if the RV stopped too abruptly as they had when she’d run over Dante, but otherwise should remain secure.
“Mary.”
She turned to see that he’d finished the third bag. She opened the door under the sink and he slipped them into the garbage, then straightened and waited as she closed the door again, before taking her arms.
“I wanted . . .”
“I know,” she murmured, ducking her head. Mary certainly hadn’t forgotten what he’d said he’d do to her on his return. Clearing her throat, she lifted her head and said, “But if the men poking around the campground gates last night were your kidnappers, they will probably still be around somewhere, and if we let them find and follow us, your friends can catch them and find out where Tomasso is.”
“Yes,” Dante breathed, obviously relieved at her understanding. Smiling, he pressed a kiss to her forehead, and then hugged her tight. “I am the most fortunate man to have you for a mate.”
Mary swallowed, and allowed herself to hug him back briefly, but then pulled away. “Are you driving or shall I?”
“Perhaps I should,” he offered. “I know you did not sleep well last night.”
“Neither did you,” she pointed out with amusement and he nodded in acknowledgment.
“But for my people, an extra bag of blood makes up for that,” he said with a shrug. “I’m as good now as if I had a full night’s sleep.”
“Nice trick,” Mary said dryly and took the cooler off the table to secure it in the cupboard over the couch. She placed the box with his clothes in there as well when he handed it to her, then slipped past him to move to the front of the RV and take the passenger seat.
Bailey immediately followed her, squeezing past her to curl up in the space in front of her legs under the dashboard. It was much more room than you would find in a car, but it was still a bit tight for a dog Bailey’s size. Still, she was happy enough there, so Mary left her to it and did up her seat belt as Dante slipped into the driver’s seat.