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You met Heath while he was on a supply run for his family’s farm. You were working the register and he entered your line. Despite the midday rush and the glares from your boss, you took extra time ringing out his order and saying things to get him to smile. But your small town isn’t really the place for two men to be seen flirting at a farm supply store, so you didn’t say anything. The next time you saw him was weeks later at the local Eagle on Saturday night. You couldn’t believe your luck. You finally had a chance to talk to him in private. You started a conversation and the two of you really hit it off as long as no future plans were discussed. When you brought up going on dates, he looked away and seemed to draw back, saying only “It’s not that easy.” Feeling rejected, you immediately told him not to worry about it, left the bartender a tip, and took off. You looked back once at the door and saw him sitting there studiously avoiding looking at you with a dejected but resigned look on his face. You’ve seen him a few times since then, surrounded by a close circle of friends who know his rules and don’t push. You ignore him when he tries to start a conversation. Then one night your car won’t start when you leave the club and everyone hurries past you when you try to ask for help. Except Heath. He walks up, looks under the hood, tells you to crank it, listens. Nothing happens. It doesn’t even try to turn over. He tells you it’s most likely the battery but nowhere is open. He offers to give you a jump to see if it will start. When it does, he tells you not to turn it off until you get home in case there’s a problem with the alternator. Then he pauses and looks at you. “You just got mad and left. You didn’t let me say anything. I still live at home. My folks don’t know. My dad can get mean. I don’t have it easy. I’m trying to get out.”