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to program Davy’s number into his phone before the taxi arrived to take him home.
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ABY , you’re going out again?” Kurt’s mom hovered as the taxi pulled into the drive. “You’ve gone out for lunch every day for two weeks. When do I get to meet her?”
    “Mom, I told you. I don’t have a girlfriend. I’m just hanging out with a friend.” Shit, he could walk without the cane, and his stitches were out, but he wasn’t up to full strength. He couldn’t imagine trying to have sex in this condition. He should be cleared to drive at his next appointment, though, and he was going to move back to his place as soon as he was driving again.
She sighed like a mom humoring her son.
     
“Are you sure I can’t drive you? I’m worried about you, and a taxi driver won’t help you get in and out of the car.”
    What the hell? He hadn’t needed—or wanted—help getting out of a damned car since the day he came home from the hospital. Yet his mother hovered like he was made of spun glass, practically cut his food for him, and wiped his butt. He wasn’t a fucking infant, he was recovering, and well, from an injury.
    “The taxi is fine, Mom.” She was hurt by his sharp tone, but enough was enough. Kurt hadn’t told anyone about Davy—he didn’t know why—but when his family treated him as helpless, he found strength and purpose in helping Davy, aside from the simple enjoyment of his company. He’d have to give up these daily lunches when Davy went back to work. Davy only had a few more vacation days left, so he’d be going back to work before Kurt’s disability leave was up.
“Bye, Mom.” He kissed her cheek in apology. “I’ll be back soon.”
K
URT ’ S phone rang in the taxi, and he didn’t recognize the number
    appearing in the display.
“O’Donnell here.”
“Oh, uh, hi, Kurt?”
“Davy? Where are you calling from?”
“The convenience store on the corner.”
    “Is something wrong?” Davy had never called him before, and Kurt didn’t know why he wouldn’t call from home. But it might be the first time Davy had left the house since the funeral, so maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing.
    “Oh, uh, no. Look, were you planning to stop by today?” Like he hadn’t stopped by every day so far. Visiting with Davy made his own days go by faster, and he was much happier making sure Davy wasn’t slipping back into the dangerous depression he’d seen the first day. One day, Davy wouldn’t be so hesitant when he spoke with Kurt, but he had kind of bulled his way into Davy’s life. Being the youngest of seven kids meant he had to work extra hard to get his own way. He wasn’t always successful, but he was always determined.
“Yep, I’m on my way now.” Tomorrow, God willing, he’d be driving his own damned car.
     
“Oh, I, uh… don’t think that’s such a good idea.”
    What? “Why?” At least the cab driver was ignoring him, because Kurt’s face suddenly heated. Maybe Davy was tired of him hanging out. His lunches with Davy were the single best thing helping him work
    through Ben’s death, and he thought his presence helped Davy a bit too. If nothing else, the guy was eating once a day. But he hadn’t considered he might be irritating Davy more than helping him.
    “I’m sorry. I’m wearing out my welcome, aren’t I?”
“No!”
Oh. “Then?”
    “I’m… not feeling well.” Davy was lying. Kurt could tell, even through the phone. Which only made him more determined. Something wasn’t right, more than Kurt being an annoying, single-minded son of a bitch.
    “Davy, I’m going through a tunnel. I’m going to lose my signal. See you soon.” Kurt stabbed the off button on his phone. He was more likely to get answers seeing Davy in person anyway.
Chapter Four
     
H
E INSTRUCTED the cabbie to drive past the convenience store first, but he didn’t see Davy anywhere.
    Minutes later, the cab drew up to Davy’s house. It wasn’t Ben’s house, and hadn’t been since the first