Chapter 7Eason woke from his slumber when Nate carried the grocery bags into his kitchen. “Oh, you’re back.”
Nate gave him a soft smile. “Did you sleep well?”
“Better than I did during the night.” Though he hadn’t slept for more than forty-five minutes now.
“Good. Come with me into the kitchen and point where you want me to place everything. I bought a pack of ice cream cones.”
Eason got up and hopped into the kitchen. Spots on his hands hurt from how he held the crutches, but he didn’t let it show. The leg was worse anyway.
Nate was ruffling through the bags. “Here!” He tore open the ice cream box and handed a cone to Eason, placed one for himself on the counter, and put the rest in the freezer.
Eason opened the ice cream and bit into the crunchy chocolate coating while he was watch
