Kurt pulled up to May’s house, a truckload of groceries with him. Literally. Dwayne had assured him that there was enough help on the ranch that Kurt could take off at noon, and while they’d discussed it, Kurt was grateful for his friend.
“I’m taking off early in the evening too,” Dwayne had said, finally cinching Kurt’s decision and alleviating his guilt. “Shane is more than capable of holding down the fort, and he’d not datin’ anyone.”
So Kurt had worked like a dog through the morning, showered, shopped, and now he stood at the electronic pad to enter May’s garage, the Valentine’s Day meal-in-the-making contained in the grocery sacks he tried to loop over his arms all at once. He hated making more than one trip to bring in all the groceries, but in the end, he had to. After all, it too
