After leaving his rental and the tower at the auto repair shop, Blaine found himself in the cab of an old Ford, being driven God only knew where by a gorgeous deputy sheriff who looked like star of a Western themed film.
The house they arrived at only served to solidify that mental image. Though he could only really see it in the headlight beams, Blaine noted the rough hewn porch posts and the stack of fire wood by the door. There was a big Golden Retriever laying on the porch and the animal loped toward the truck as Sam killed the engine.
"Hey, Duke," Sam said, stooping to scratch behind the dog's ears before looking up at Blaine. "We're having a house guest tonight. Don't worry about Duke, he's friendly."
Which the dog then proved by padding over to Blaine and looking up at him with a big doggie smile until he was patted. Then the dog led the way into the house.
It was tidy and rustic, fitting with the outside of the house. There was a lovely woven blanket draped over the back of the couch and the coffee mug and cast iron pan in the sink gave it a lived in feel and the guitar propped beside the armchair made him smile.
"You play?" he asked, nodding to the instrument.
Sam returned his nod. "For as long as I can remember," the blond said, then asked, "You hungry?"
Blaine was surprised by the change of topic, but smiled. "A bit," he admitted, not having eaten since lunch.
"I'm not a great cook, but I can fry us up some eggs and bacon," Sam said, pulling open the refrigerator and retrieving the mentioned items.
"Breakfast for dinner? A man after my own heart," Blaine replied playfully. "Anything I can do to help?"
He didn't know why he felt so comfortable with Sam, but Blaine knew he tended to overthink things and decided that, for once, he wasn't going to do that.