Scrub dessert, for all that it was mostly barren, held a surprisingly decent number of rabbits. The meat wasn't that different than the chicken perpetually served out of the kitchen but he'd been out hunting and thought a variation in protein might be in order.

WHich was why when he came around the shed, heading toward the stables he carried a half dozen medium size rabbits and there was a sprinkling of blood on the part of his chest visible at the neck of his shirt, but none on his clothes.

"We have to stop meeting like this," he stopped when he saw her. She kept turning up like a bad penny. "People will talk."