Chapter 40

Zane

"Hey, you're famous right?"

"Nope," I lied then steered my way out of the grocery store line, brown paper bag in hand, my vision blurring already from the extreme concentration it took to walk into a stupid public place by myself.

By the time I reached my Range Rover, I was already sweating.

My hands shook as I tried to hit unlock on the key fob. I struggled, missing it with my thumb at least three times before my lights blinked and the car opened.

I secured the package in the passenger's seat and put on my seatbelt, then drove across town to the beach house.

Everyone was asleep, or I would have begged, maybe even bribed someone to come to the store with me. I always made a joke out of it. "Come with me so I don't get sexually harassed."

When really.

It was fear.

It was always fear.

The door to the house was unlocked. I turned the knob and walked inside, then softly closed the door behind me, making my way into the large gourmet kitchen so I could put my stash in the p