Shaft Season by Devyn Morgan

Author:Devyn Morgan
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Gay romance, mm romance, western romance, cowboy, first time, first time gay, dog
Publisher: Devyn Morgan
Published: 2017-07-13T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 10

Gayla ran Trevor’s zucchini over her scanner. “If I see you buying these three months from now, I’ll know you have no friends.” She laughed, but Trevor thought she was being perfectly honest.

“Why? Does everyone grow zucchini?” Would she laugh about the eggplant too?

“Oh, hon. Come the end of June, you won’t dare leave your back door unlocked, or you’ll come home to a kitchen full. I suppose they’re a treat when there’s still snow on the ground.” She swiped the rest of the groceries without commentary. Trevor escaped with his out of season vegetables and headed home.

Okay, he was spoiled rotten about eating anything he wanted any time he wanted, and if it cost twice as much in Montana, well, the film treatment money had come in and he could eat prime rib every night if he wanted. But why would he, if there was ground moose in the fridge?

Trevor started slicing vegetables with one eye out the back window. Don, dressed in a jacket light enough to accommodate the exertion and still keep the wind out, was swinging his axe at an upright log. Trevor still wasn’t a reliable shot with the axe, so Don preferred to split the kindling rather than watch potential death and dismemberment in the back yard. Bandit and Sabrina snoozed in the corner, not caring if their humans did the work they did best.

Not that Don hadn’t taught Trevor all sorts of things, including his special elk roast method, but Trevor knew spices and dishes Don did not. If the turmeric had to be special ordered, Don ate it and marveled aloud that Trevor had been to Thailand.

Don came in with an armload of wood, pausing in the kitchen to shed his boots and kiss the cook. “What are we having?”

“Moussaka.” Don ate vegetables more to please Trevor than because he liked them, so the best bet was to slather them with meat. “It’s Greek.”

“Moose-saka? Montana Greek.” He headed into the living room to build the fire.

“Stick with me, fella, and you’ll eat the world.” He and Don had been around the world, a couple dozen times, and might do some more traveling tonight. Don would still sleep at home, because this town was full of Mrs. Grundies. Once, just once, Don had stayed overnight in town. Trevor had inquiries about it later from neighbors. Yes, Don was fine, no, he hadn’t plowed that long driveway, and yes, he was too tired to do it after a full day so I gave him a bed was true, but an excuse that worked better when synchronized with the winter storms. Not that there was any shortage of snow. But it was none of their business. Yes, he fucked me into the mattress—why do you ask?” in his deadliest polite voice had been on the tip of Trevor’s tongue.

“So, what happened good today?” Don asked, with his chin hooked over Trevor’s shoulder and arms around his waist.

“Got an e-mail from my agent. At least, I think it’s good.

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