Austin perfected the dance that ensured he wouldn’t run into Shay in the equipment shed. He either went really early, or he waited until he felt sure she would’ve been there and gone. He spent the evening hours he used to waste at Shay’s—lounging on her couch, holding her hand, driving into town with her to eat dinner—working on his house. Dylan didn’t need to run a mop around the place; Austin could do it himself.
After a particularly long day of work, from feeding chickens, to fixing the fences along the pasture’s north side, to prepping his fields, he worked in his house to make sure he was ready for moving day.
And he ended up not waiting, but using some of those after-work hours to move his clothes and boots and hats over to his new place. He didn’t have much furniture, besides the
