Chapter 23

Shut. Up.

Like he’d actually listen. It hadn’t stopped the beast before and doubtful would do so now.

He entered the driveway, put the truck in park, and cut the engine. A few strides later, he stood a few feet from the porch, staring at the dark leather covered recliner that Donovan struggled with. “Need a hand?”

Donovan set his load down, glanced up, and offered up a cock-eyed grin. “I wouldn’t turn you down.”

TJ understood the double meaning to the words. He didn’t dare delve further. Instead, he walked up the steps, grabbed onto the bottom of the recliner, and hefted it in the air. “Flip it on its side, then we’ll have to wrap around that doorway.”

“Yeah. I was trying to do that, but it wasn’t working too well.” Donovan elevated the top of the chair, smoothly turned it, then started slowly backing. He bumped into the door jam. “Careful. It’s going to be really tight.”