Chapter 23Wheat could have wept with relief. Laurie wasn’t going to get sick and die after he’d just found him. His boyfriend was going to be fine.
After Althea made Laurie swallow a couple of tablets and smeared the area with antibiotic cream, she went to give Wheat’s mother her tea.
Things seemed to be under control. “I’ll get dinner started,” he said.
“No,” Laurie corrected him. “We’ll get dinner started.” He took the platter piled with the freeze-dried hamburgers, and they went out to the patio.
The charcoal had turned white, and waves of heat rolled off the briquettes, and while Laurie held the platter, Wheat placed the hamburgers on the grill.
“I forgot to get the spatula.” He headed for the garden shed, relieved when Laurie let him go. He needed a few minutes to digest what had
