“Are you ready to go?” Nathan pressed a kiss to his temple.
“Yeah. I think I’m ready to go.”
Epilogue
Five months later
“SHIT, SHIT, shit. We’re going to be late.”
“Where’re my cufflinks? Sam, did you ‘borrow’ them again?”
Sam looked up from buckling his belt, sure guilt was written all over his face. “I needed to wear them for the meeting with the publisher. They’re not in the box?”
“No. You little brat. What am I supposed to do now?” Nathan stared forlornly at his gaping cuffs.
“Shit. I’m sorry. Maybe we can use paperclips?”
Nathan glared. “I’m not wearing paperclips to a wedding.”
“It’s Alex and Rachel. They won’t care.”
“That’s not the point—”
A ring from the other room stopped the conversation. Sam squeezed Nathan’s arm. “I’ve got this.”
Sam finished tucking his shirt and hurried into the spare room, where he found his brother sitting on the edge of the bed, his handsome face twisted with frustration. He was wearing a white button-down shirt and black trousers, just as he’d been when Sam left him. When he saw Sam, he opened his mouth, and a garbled sound came out.
“What’s up, bud?” Sam waited.
Tim sighed. Sam knew how frustrated he felt. The last four months hadn’t been easy, but Tim’s progress had defied all expectations and predictions. After a couple months of intensive physical therapy at Shady Brook, they decided to bring him home. His muscular fitness had improved, but he had difficulty with fine motor control. He gestured to his untied shoes, and Sam understood.
“You need a little help?”
Tim crossed his arms.
“Tell me what’s wrong, Timbo.”
Tim opened his mouth again. While he comprehended everything fully, spoken language was slower to return—and the doctors weren’t sure it ever would. To compensate all three of them were learning sign language. Tim and Nathan were better at it than Sam.
I don’t want to go.
“Why not?”
A few more signs. They were familiar.
Don’t want people to stare at me.
“They won’t.”
Tim grunted. “Will.”
Sam kneeled down and tied both shoes. “I know Rachel and Alex want you to be there. We don’t have to stay long at the party.” He looked up. Tim’s face cleared slightly.
Fine.
Sam nodded. “It’s a deal. I know it’s hard for you, buddy.” Sam ruffled Tim’s blond hair, and Tim batted him away.
Not a kid anymore. Jesus.
“Sorry.”
It was still an adjustment, learning to think of his brother as twenty-three instead of fifteen. Even more shocking—Tim said he’d been aware of his surroundings most of the time, and he’d heard all the things Sam had said to him. He liked being read to.
It had pretty much made Sam’s life.
He also knew their parents were dead, but telling him about the murder had been another thing altogether.
It hadn’t been a good week.
“How’s everything going in here?” Nathan asked from the door. Tim smiled at him. While Sam received the brunt of Tim’s frustration, his brother liked Nathan. He hadn’t even batted an eye when Sam had told him he was gay. He just shrugged and signed, Duh. Tell me something I don’t know.
“Yeah,” said Sam. “I think we’re about ready to go.”
“Great. Tim, do you want the chair or are you going to walk?” Nathan asked. Nathan was matter of fact about things, where Sam made a mess of it most of the time, not wanting to cause offense.
Walk.
“Sounds good.”
Nathan went to get the walker, and Sam let Tim use his arm to steady himself as he stood. The doctors said, in another year, he’d have barely a limp. As of now he still got winded easily and had to take frequent breaks. But seeing the pride in Tim’s eyes was totally worth the slow progress.
“You look great, Tim.”
And he did. His brother was handsome—classically so, with fine features that bordered on delicate.
Tim flushed and worked his mouth. “Thanks,” he managed.
They made it downstairs and to the Mercedes with a few minutes to spare. Tim smiled when he saw the car. He loved it and he kept asking about learning to drive.
Other things needed sorting first. Like where they were going to live.
While having Tim at home was wonderful, it put a substantial damper on their sex life. It was exciting at first—stealing an hour or two at a hotel while Tim napped or watched TV—but the shine wore off quickly. They needed a bigger place, where they could have more privacy, and so could Tim.
Nathan had ideas. One of them was California. A month before, they received some bad news. Nathan’s mother had been diagnosed with stage 2 breast cancer. He wanted to be closer to her.
Sam put his hand on Nathan’s thigh and squeezed. It had been almost a week since they scened, and he needed it. Nathan gave him a dark glance as they turned onto the main road. Later.
There were the practicalities to consider. California would be expensive, though Nathan said they could afford it. There were also more personal concerns. Sam had never lived outside Connecticut, save for college. And of course he’d miss his friends.
But maybe it was time to start fresh. Things were looking up for them all. Nathan had taken a leave of absence from his job and was enjoying the time off. And recent talks with a certain notable publisher gave Sam hope the book project he’d been considering might actually happen, which would mean a substantial advance. Meanwhile he’d been writing so much for various online news outlets that he’d had to cut out his hours at Manella’s completely. And Nathan needed to move. Family was important.
Sam’s heart swelled when he thought about how brave Tim was, how strong. He belonged with them, wherever they wound up.
THE CEREMONY was short, simple, and sweet. Sam stood at Rachel’s side as her best man and watched as she and Alex exchanged their vows. Both of them were beautiful, wearing matching white suits. He couldn’t help glancing at Nathan and wondering if they would ever end up at the altar.
Nathan caught his eye and smiled.
BACK AT the Lucky Star after the ceremony, even Tim started to enjoy himself. He found himself in the company of a pretty girl, one of Alex’s cousins. In spite of being initially shy, he soon warmed up to her, and Sam took the opportunity to pull Nathan into a dance.
The Lucky Star was freshly painted, and with the new wood floor and furniture, it had a certain class it previously lacked. Rachel was a classy lady.
“Are you having a good time?” Sam asked as they swayed together.
“Mmm-hmm. You?” Nathan wrapped his arms around Sam’s back and squeezed.
“Yeah. I’ve been thinking.”
“Oh no.” Nathan nosed the side of his face.
Sam nuzzled back. “Ha. No. Seriously. It’s about California.”
“Oh, about that. I had an—”
“No. Hear me out. I think it might be good for us to make a change.”
“Really?” Nathan grinned at him. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah. I’m sure. I guess it’s starting to feel like there’s not much left for us here. And it’s important for you to be with your mom. And… well, I could deal without another long winter. What were you going to say?”
“I have a proposition for you. A business proposition.”
“I’m all ears.” Nathan spun them around in the gradually thickening crowd. Friends and family had come from all over the country to celebrate. The song changed to a slow jam.
“I was thinking about opening up my own firm.”
“Firm?”
“Yes. A PI firm.” Nathan tightened his arms. He seemed nervous as he waited to see how Sam would react. It was adorable.
“Shut up. Wow.”
“It’s only an idea. I haven�
��t worked out the details yet, and I know you’re busy with your own work. But I was hoping… well, maybe you would help out once in a while on a case.”
“Like partners?” Sam could hardly believe it. Nathan was proposing they work on cases together. He once fantasized about that, but he never thought it would actually happen.
“Like partners.”
“And you’d trust me?” Sam bit his bottom lip. He knew that, at one time, he wouldn’t have been the most reliable partner. But he’d improved. The therapy was helping, and he was proud of the strides he’d made in his recovery. The writing helped too. It didn’t mean he’d never have a setback, but he was healing, taking it one day at a time.
“With my life.”
Sam threw his head back and laughed. They had come a long way. “You’re not messing with me?”
“You have a lot to offer, Sam. You’re smart. You’re persistent. We’ll have to work on your penchant for plunging into danger without a second thought, but I think it could work. What do you say?”
“Uh, I say yes. Of course. Yes.”
Nathan kissed him, and Sam held on for dear life as his legs turned to jelly. Someone hooted at them from the other side of the room. Tim.
“Well, fuck me,” said Sam once they finally separated. If they hadn’t been in public, he probably would have dropped to his knees.
Nathan leaned down and whispered, “I intend to. For the rest of my life, if you’ll have me.” He grinned mischievously when Sam opened his eyes.
“What was that?” The song changed again to a louder beat, and Sam wasn’t sure he’d heard correctly.
“I’m saying you’re it, for me. I love you and I love your brother. I want us to be a family. I want to do this—this whole wedding thing—with you. If you want.” He tacked on the last statement with a breathy laugh. “I mean, not tomorrow. But someday.”
Sam glanced around to take in the scene. He was in a crowded room, dancing with Nathan and a hundred other wedding guests. A group of lesbians had begun a conga line and were weaving their way through the throng, gaining aunts, uncles, and cousins as they went. Rachel and Alex were ignoring everyone while they dirty danced to a 50 Cent throwback and, a few feet away, someone’s grandmother was groping Yuri.
Sam had a pretty fucked-up subconscious, but he’d never in a million years have a dream that weird. It must be real life. He laughed and dragged Nathan’s smiling mouth down to meet his own.
“Now that sounds like a partnership I can get behind.”
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By Maggie Kavanagh
Taking Flight
THE STONEBRIDGE MYSTERIES
Double Indemnity
Inner Sanctum
Blind Spot
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Blind Spot
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Published January 2016
v. 1.0
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