He opened the basket to inspect its contents. He’d packed it well; nothing was out of place or too badly shaken up, though he hadn’t paid as much care to how he held it as he probably should have while he was walking here.
It was almost entirely store-bought food. Fabio wasn’t much of a cook himself, and it wasn’t like he had anyone else to do it for him. Despite the fact of Melanie’s pervasive vocal companionship, for all practical intents and purposes, essentially he lived alone.