Chapter 68

Del's POV

At my insistence, the tow truck parked my car in Rocco’s driveway instead of a mechanic’s shop. My job search needed to pick up speed quickly, because I was all but stranded, now that my car was broken.

Unless I used Rocco’s truck, but I still felt pretty weird about that.

I’d been going along with everything since the beginning, trusting my gut. And I didn’t think that was a bad call, necessarily. But… it was intense.

And weird.

And… I didn’t know how the next period of my life was going to look, which was pretty damn terrifying.

Rocky and I slipped into the house through the back door, and I sniffed the air.

Then frowned.

Was that… food?

Was someone cooking?

What the hell?

I glanced down at Rocky nervously and whispered, “Do you have a roommate?”

He blinked innocently at me.

The fact that he wasn’t concerned by whoever or whatever was cooking set me at ease, slightly.

Not completely, thou