Chapter Four
“So, these are your choices, this weekend, or the next, or the next. Which one is it?” he stated.
“What the hell are you talking about?” It was a few weeks after Kurt returned, we’d made love at closing time, in his shop, and were eating a pizza at the deli on the corner. We had already argued over vegetarian or Italian sausage, and I’d won. I sensed another argument brewing.
“I’m giving you plenty of time to make a decision. I’m not springing anything spontaneous on you,” he half joked, though the sarcasm was thick. “I want a weekend with you, away from this town.”
“You’re going to close the shop, again?” I asked astonished. It wasn’t that I couldn’t get the time off, I just had my judgment about his business practices, especially during the hottest tourist season.
“Yeah
