May paused on the front step of Kurt’s cabin, wondering what in tarnation she was doing here. She’d been questioning herself since she got off work two hours ago. Because she’d showered again—not that unusual after a busy day sweating in the restaurant’s kitchen. But putting on lipstick, pants with a real waistband, and sandals, that was all new. So was the grocery shopping.
May almost always ate at the restaurant before going home. If she cooked in her own kitchen it was scrambled eggs or grilled cheese sandwiches. Something she could throw together in a few minutes while she fed Char and thought about which romantic comedy she wanted to watch that night.
“You comin’?” he called from inside the cabin, and May took a deep breath. She liked Kurt. He’d been easy to talk to and she found hi
