Chapter 20

A blast of cold air followed Harvey inside the front door. His nose was bright red, as were the tips of his ears, but his smile was broad and welcoming, and his arms were laden with grocery bags.

“Can you help me with this?” he asked, nudging the door shut with his hip.

Zach was already on his feet, and he took two of the heavy bags out of Harvey’s arms. He didn’t inspect the contents, but his stomach growled, reminding him that he had moped right through the lunch hour without taking time to eat.

“What is all this?”

“Dinner.” Harvey led the way to the kitchen. “I stopped and picked up some steaks, and Myrtle sent along half a chocolate cake. I figured we can fry up some potatoes, toss some peas and carrots onto the side, and have ourselves a decent meal, just the two of us.”

“Most of the meals we’ve had have been just the two of us,” Zach said lightly. “Any special reason for the steak?”