Eliza smirked as he protested of going cold turkey, trying to reason with her, in truth she'd seen her fair share of alcoholics and their bargaining methods, she shook her head,<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4da6">"If you can go today without beer, you will be rewarded this evening with one glass of merlot, it's delicious, full of flavour and a damn sight better than the swill you've been guzzling, trust me I know something about this, weaning you will not help, this will"</span>, she may have sounded harsh or uncaring but with regards to alcoholism Eliza had helped many face their demons and this knew this would work. She saw the tell tale signs of him shaking, and she wondered to herself how much of his injury was down to the alcohol.<br/><br/>Eliza thought about a grocery store, but she knew of a fantastic organic market a little out of the way of the boat but not too far and she figured clean body, clean mind, perhaps it would help, instead of taking the highway, she weaved down back roads, which were still busy but a little more scenic as they drove as close to the coast as possible this time. She hit the gas as he spoke again, when he mentioned being tempted to hit her with the cane she chuckled,<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4da6">"Yeah, I could think of better uses for that cane, and it ain't my face"</span>, she replied with a chuckle,<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4da6"> "Sure let's no longer assume"</span>, she added with a smile.<br/><br/>She wondered if this was the longest he'd been in the company of a woman, or anyone for that matter since the accident, there seemed no record of relationships or family that she could find before she left that morning, he mentioned his knee being a challenge, and she wondered the last time he'd had it looked at,<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4da6">"I can only imagine going from someone regularly active to struggling must be awful"</span>, she sympathised without letting her face convey it. She stopped herself from asking another question and instead offered some information about herself,<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4da6">"You know, I'm not just a journalist, I'm a person, and my father really did respect you"</span>, she stopped before she said anymore about her own life.<br/><br/>Eliza knew this was going to be an incredible story when she finally got it, and if by getting the story she could save the star, that would only boost readership which might lead to television interviews,<i>Eliza Spring, saviour of Seattle's fallen quarterback</i>, she thought to herself. She smiled turning to Mark for a second,<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4da6">"There's a fabulous market at Mont Lake, the change of air will do you good, we won't walk around long, we'll get provisions and head back, I'm cooking tonight, how does paella sound?"</span>, she asked. For a man she had no care for, she'd be cooking for him twice in one day which was highly unusual for Eliza. She kept her eyes on the road until they reached Mont Lake, it was a little leafier here and she always enjoyed organic markets.