I snort and shake my head. "You don't have to worry about that," I say dryly. Things have been alright at best. I don't like the city, but I don't have to live in it either, hiding out by the woods. I don't like my job, but I've never liked any job I had. That's not the point of one. And Kate and I have only barely started talking again, but that just means we got to miss out on Carla Jean knocking us both upside our heads. "Kate show you where you're staying?"