The Magic in Your Touch

by Sara Bell

  Nathan knocked on the door and entered the exam room without checking the name on the chart. He found a little old lady sitting on the exam table, her short legs dangling over the side. She was wearing a turquoise blouse and an orange skirt. Though Nate was sure he’d never seen her before, there was something familiar about her.

  He crossed the room and shook her hand. “Hi. I’m Dr. Morris. So what seems to be the problem, Mrs.,” he glanced down at the chart, “Taylor?” Uh-oh. Now he knew why she looked so familiar. He’d spent every night of the last week dreaming about eyes the exact same color as those.

  She smiled. It should have been a comforting sight coming from a sweet little old lady like her, but for some reason Nate felt like he was about to be questioned by the Spanish Inquisition.

  “Actually, Doctor, I think I may have a touch of gout. Runs in my family, you know. Speaking of family, tell me about yours.”

  Nate said, “Why don’t we get you checked out first? We can talk about my family later.”

  “Of course, dear.” She was silent while Nate examined one of her stocking-clad legs. After a minute she said, “I hope it’s nothing serious. I have to be well enough to keep up with those great-grandchildren of mine. Speaking of grandchildren, I believe you know my grandson.”

  Nate almost laughed but caught himself. “Really? Who’s your grandson?”

  “Brandon Nash. He’s the sheriff here in Reed. A fine boy, if I do say so. He’s a homosexual, you know.”

  Nate was bent over checking her reflexes when she said the last part. The matter-of-fact way she said it caused him to drop the reflex hammer on his toe.

  “Are you alright, Doctor.” “Yes, ma’am. Just a little clumsy today, is all. Mrs. Taylor—”

  “Please, call me Abigail.”

  “Alright, Abigail. I can’t find any signs of gout. Are you in a lot of pain?”

  “Some. Perhaps you should check me over one more time.”

  Nate dutifully did as he was told, praying he would find something so he could write her a prescription and send her home. He should have known it wouldn’t be that easy.

  “So, doctor, I hear you’re a homosexual, too.”

  Nate stood up so fast his stethoscope slid from around his neck to the floor with a metallic thud.

  “You certainly do have a case of the dropsy’s today, Dr. Morris. Are you getting enough sleep?”

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  “Such a polite boy, too. Although. . .you never did answer my question.”

  Knowing he wasn’t going to get around answering, Nate picked up his stethoscope and said, “Yes, ma’am, I am a homosexual, and I do know Brandon. In fact, I’m staying with him for a few days until the person who vandalized my apartment and office is caught.”

  Abigail nodded her head sympathetically. “I heard all about that dreadful business. Imagine targeting someone just because they like men instead of women. What is this world coming to?” She watched as Nate made a notation on her chart. “Doctor?”

  “Yes, ma’am?”

  “I wonder if I might ask you a personal question.”

  Nate couldn’t imagine anything any more personal than she’d already asked, but he found himself saying yes, anyway.

  “Well, I heard that anal sex is very popular lately, even among heterosexuals. I thought maybe you could tell me whether or not you enjoy it. My husband and I might like to try it sometime.”

  Nate pressed down so hard on the chart he was writing on, the plastic casing of his ball-point pen snapped right in half. Before he could answer her, the door swung open. A furious Brandon stood on the other side.

  “Grandma, please tell me you aren’t giving Nate a hard time.”

  “Why Brandon, what on earth are you doing here?”

  “I was on my way to ask Nate to have lunch with me. Imagine my surprise when I saw your car out front.”

  Abigail had the good graces to blush. “I came to have Dr. Morris look at my gout. Runs in the family, you know.”

  “Nobody in our family has ever had a case of the gout, you included.”

  “There’s a first time for everything. Dr. Morris has been taking excellent care of me. He’s a homosexual just like you are, dear.”

  Nate had to hide his grin when he saw Brandon’s jaw start to twitch. “So I’ve heard.”

  “Yes. In fact, Dr. Morris was just about to tell me whether or not he likes anal sex. Grandpa and I are thinking of branching out, so to speak.”

  “What?”

  “Anal sex, dear. It’s just like regular sex except—”

  Brandon was across the room in an instant. He gently but firmly lifted Abigail off the table. “Come on, Grandma. I’ll walk you out to your car.”

  “Oh, but what about my gout?”

  Nate couldn’t help but love the nosy little darling. He kissed her on the cheek just as Brandon was dragging her out of the room. “I think you’re going to be fine, but I’ll call you in an anti-inflammatory and have the pharmacy deliver it just to be on the safe side.”

  “Thank you, Dr. Morris.”

  “Please call me Nathan or Nate.”

  “I’ve never called a doctor by his first name before. Are you sure it’s proper?”

  “Actually, it’s one of my rules.”

  “Really?”

  “Yes, ma’am. I make it a practice never to discuss anal sex with anyone unless I’m on a first name basis with them.”

  Brandon wasted no time hustling her out the door. While he was gone, Nate called the pharmacy and arranged to have Abigail’s prescription sent over. He finished just as Brandon came back in.

  Nate motioned him into his office. He sat down behind his desk while Brandon took one of the wingback chairs on the other side.

  “On behalf of my entire family, I apologize.”

  Nate laughed. “Not necessary. She’s a real cutie. Feisty, but cute. She reminds me a lot of my own grandmother. I imagine she’s heard all about our living arrangements and was curious to know what kind of man her grandson had installed in his house. So, what’s this I hear about lunch?” “Yeah, about that. . . There’s something you should know.”

  “Don’t tell me you’re backing out of the best offer I’ve had all day?”

  Brandon smiled, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “No, I’m definitely taking you to lunch, but we have to stop off somewhere first.”

  “You’re scaring me.”

  “Nate, somebody called your landlord this morning claiming to be with the Atlanta P.D. The caller identified himself as Detective Wade. He claimed your grandmother passed away and he needed to locate you so arrangements could be made. Since your grandmother passed away ten years ago, I think it’s safe to say it’s the same guy who trashed your apartment. Atlanta P.D. has no record of a Detective Wade, and neither do the surrounding counties.”

  “Did the apartment manager tell him anything?”

  “No. One of our deputies briefed him about giving out information on you. The manager was able to record the call on his answering machine, but I’m afraid the recording isn’t very clear. Before we go to lunch, I’d like for you to go by and listen to it anyway, just in case.”

  “Whatever you think is best, Bran.”

  Nate stood up and grabbed his jacket. As they were leaving the office, Brandon said, “Before I forget, Grandma wants us to come to dinner two weeks from Sunday after church. The whole family is going to be there.”

  “Are they all like her?”

  “No. Most of them are worse.”

  * * *

  Listening to the recording proved to be a waste of time, just as Brandon suspected it would. Even though the tape was garbled, it was clear that the caller was using some kind of device to disguise his voice. Nate actually took it better than Bran probably would have. He just shook his head and walked out of the office.

  Brandon drove them to Hailey’s Café for lunch. As usual, the place was packed. Hailey Johnson, the owner, was an old school frie
nd of Bran’s. She was also one of the best cooks in the county. The four-star food was no match for the spectacle provided by the handsome sheriff and the mysterious new doctor, though. The minute Brandon and Nate walked in, all eyes were focused on them.

  Nate said, “Do I have something in my teeth?”

  Brandon laughed as the waitress seated them and went to get their drinks. “Malcolm Davis over at the Reed Dailey Courier did a three page write up about the attack on you, complete with pictures of your apartment and office. The idea was to show that the folks here in Reed are not going to tolerate gay bashing. I think all it really did was make everybody in town want to know more about you.” Nate glanced up from his menu. “I knew word had gotten out somehow. My office was packed this morning.”

  Brandon was just about to say something when their drinks arrived. Instead of being brought out by Selena, the waitress who took their order, the drinks arrived by way of Shane, a twenty-one-year old stud who’d been eyeing Nate since the minute they walked into the restaurant.

  Shane flashed his perfect teeth in a brilliant smile that made his dark green eyes crinkle at the corners. His hair was a lighter shade of blonde than Nathan’s, gelled into tousled order. From where Bran was sitting, it was obvious Shane was on the make.

  “Afternoon, Sheriff,” he said in a husky voice that made Brandon grit his teeth. “Here’s your coffee. I know you take yours black, but I wasn’t certain about your friend, so I brought milk and sugar just in case.”

  “He takes his black, too.” Brandon did his best to keep the irritation out of his voice, but it was getting damn hard to do.

  “So what can I get for you, Sheriff?”

  Brandon ordered his usual: a BLT, fries, and a glass of sweetened ice tea. Then it was Nate’s turn.

  “So what can I get for you. . .I’m sorry, what did you say your name was?”

  Nathan extended his hand. “I didn’t, but it’s Nathan. Nathan Morris.”

  Shane shook Nate’s hand a little bit longer than necessary to Brandon’s way of thinking. “I’m Shane Haskins. You’re the new doctor everybody’s talking about. I heard you were cute, but no one told me you were such a babe.”

  Much to Brandon’s disgust, Nate actually blushed. “Uh, thanks. I. . .I think I’ll have the same thing Bran is having.”

  Shane said, “Good choice,” but made no move to leave the table. “So, I guess you haven’t had a chance to get to know many of the folks here in Reed, what with being new in town and all.”

  “Not really, no.”

  “Well, if you aren’t busy Friday night, maybe you’d like to—”

  “Shane, do you think you could put that order in now. Nate has patients waiting and I need to get back to the office.” Brandon used the same tone with Shane that he used on unruly suspects.

  “What? Oh, sure thing, Sheriff.” He left, but not before winking at Nate.

  Nate gave Brandon a look of disapproval. “Did you have to be so rude? The guy was just being friendly.”

  Brandon snorted into his coffee. “Friendly, my ass. He was two steps away from asking you out.” “Is that a crime here in Reed?” He didn’t expect an answer, and he didn’t get one.

  The rest of their meal was spent in silence. Brandon had never felt jealousy like this before, not even when he came home and caught Jeff screwing around on him the first time. He did his best to keep the seething anger he was feeling under control, but when Shane brought the check and slipped Nate his phone number, Brandon’s patience reached an end.

  He threw his money on the table, growling when Nate reached for his wallet.

  “I invited you to lunch. I’ll damn well pay for it.”

  Nate said nothing. He followed Brandon out to the SUV and was about to get in when Bran put his hand on his shoulder and stopped him.

  “Throw it away.”

  “What?”

  “Shane’s phone number. I want you to throw it away.”

  “Why? He seems like a nice guy.”

  Brandon took a step closer, placing Nate between the SUV and himself. “I don’t care how nice he is. No way are you going out with that guy.”

  He could tell that Nate was starting to get mad by the flush of his cheeks.

  “Who are you to tell me who I can and can’t go out with?”

  Brandon took a deep breath, but it did nothing to cool his anger. “I’ll tell you exactly who I am. I’m the guy who’s watched you go to the guest room every night when what I really wanted to do was drag you across the hall to my own bed. I’m the man who’s kept his hands off you because I promised you we would let things happen naturally, the whole time fighting the urge to strip you down and run my tongue over every square inch of your body. For a solid week, I’ve been going out of my mind wanting you and trying to keep my distance. You want to know who I am? Here, let me show you.” He pushed Nathan up against the side of the truck and covered his mouth with his own.

  At first Nate was too stunned to react, and Brandon was too angry to notice. Pretty soon, though, anger and shock gave way to desire as Bran devoured Nate with his mouth. When Nate wrapped his arms around Bran’s neck and parted his lips, Brandon moaned and swept his tongue inside. He ground his hips against Nate, his erection threatening to break the zipper of his jeans. Headless of anyone who might be watching, Brandon kissed Nate until they were forced to pull apart from lack of air.

  Nate groaned. “Don’t stop.”

  Brandon rested his forehead against Nate’s. “I’ve got to, baby. I’m about two seconds away from having to arrest myself for public indecency.”

  Nate reached into his pocket and pulled out a piece of paper. “Here.”

  Still reeling from the kiss, Brandon said, “What’s that?” “Shane’s phone number. I won’t be needing it.”

  Brandon laughed as he helped Nate into the passenger seat. “I hope all of our arguments end like this one.” Nate’s smile was answer enough.

  Brandon got behind the wheel and started the engine. As he was buckling his seat belt, Nate reached over and took his hand.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Letting things happen naturally. Was I wrong, or did you just declare ownership back there?”

  Brandon pulled the SUV out onto Main Street but kept a firm hold on Nate’s hand. “That all depends on whether or not you liked it, and whether or not you mind being declared ‘private property.’”

  “Yes, I liked it, and no, I don’t mind.”

  “In that case, consider yourself off the market.”

  Nate got quiet for a minute.

  “Bran?”

  “Yes, baby?”

  “What about sex?”

  “Does it scare you?”

  “Maybe a little bit.”

  Brandon brought Nate’s hand up to his lips and kissed the palm. “How about if we keep it light until you’re ready? You’ll keep sleeping in the guestroom and we’ll confine all our physical activities to the ‘making out’ category.”

  Brandon could almost see the tension ease out of him. “Thank you for understanding.”

  “That doesn’t mean I’m going to be able to handle watching other guys make a play for you, Nate. I may be a jealous ass, but I’m afraid there’s not much I can do about it.”

  “I don’t want anyone else, Bran. I hope you believe that.”

  They had just pulled back up to the doctor’s office. Brandon got out and met Nate over on the passenger side. “I believe you, Nate.” He looked down at his watch. “I should go. The driver of the eighteen wheeler that overturned last week is coming by to sign off on the accident report.” He leaned in and gave Nate another kiss, only this time his touch was gentle and unhurried. He was really starting to get into it when he heard a noise behind him and turned to see Amy standing there with a big grin on her face.

  “Well, it’s about time. If Mike had waited a whole week to kiss me, I believe I would have taken matters into my own hands.”

  “Do you tell her ev
erything?”

  Nate whispered “almost” in such a sexy voice that Brandon was tempted to kiss him again. When he saw the look of concern cross Nate’s face, he stopped.

  Nate was watching Amy. “What’s wrong, girl? You look like somebody just peed in your sandbox.”

  Amy shook her head. “Not exactly, but close enough. While you and Brandon were at lunch, you had a visitor. He’s in your office waiting for you. I came out here to give you a heads up.”

  Without even thinking about it, Brandon moved his body in front of Nate’s in a gesture of protection. Nate grasped his hand like a lifeline.

  “Who is it Amy?”

  “It’s your brother, Nate. Seth is here to see you.”

  Chapter 4

  When Nate thought back to that night six years ago when he’d ceased to be a brother and a son, he always pictured someone else, a man who existed in another lifetime. The new life he’d worked so hard to carve for himself offered a certain amount of insulation against the pain of his abandonment. Walking into that office and seeing Seth again would rip away all the layers of protection he’d built up. Nate wasn’t sure if he was ready to have his shell torn open again.

  Amy went back inside the office, but Nate just stood there, his mind refusing to tell his feet to move. He heard Brandon dial a number and tell the person on the other end to handle things at the Sheriff’s department for the rest of the afternoon. Then he felt a pair of iron-strong arms wrap around him and pull him close.

  “Are you okay, sweetheart?”

  “I don’t know. After all this time, what could he possibly have to say to me? Why now?”

  Brandon just shook his head and held him tighter. Nate wasn’t sure how long they stood there like that, but he was thankful he and Amy had a private parking spot where patients and passersby couldn’t see them. Within minutes, the warmth from Brandon’s body began to sink into his own, causing his muscles to relax and his head to clear. He was reluctant to break their embrace, but he knew he would have to face Seth sooner or later. He might as well get it over with. He pulled away and took Brandon’s hand.

  “I think I’m ready now.”

  “Are you sure?” “No, but I don’t have a whole lot of choice. Will you go in there with me?”