Dr. Trevor Carson had a good life as a city veterinarian, until his father died. Taking over his dad's remote country practice was supposed to be temporary, but Trevor found himself loving the place. If only it didn't mean separation from his partner, Michael. A Christmas visit from Michael gives each of them a chance to decide if home is a place or a person.
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...Michael Reynolds hunted around the unfamiliar kitchen for the garlic salt. Surely Trevor had some garlic salt. Wait, this is Trevor we’re talking about, remember? If Mike hadn’t put it specifically on his “Buy this for when I come” list, odds were Trevor didn’t have it. Mike turned the steaks in their wine marinade and sighed. It wouldn’t be perfect.READ MORE
But it wouldn’t be half bad, and Trevor would be here. They’d been apart for a month this time, with Trev living up here getting his dad’s clinic under new management and Mike working back in the city. So anything at all, plus Trevor, would be just about perfection. Mike missed the guy so bad, it was like an ache in his gut. The little time they’d had together driving home from the minuscule airport had done almost nothing to take the edge off that ache. A twenty minute winding drive with Trev’s hands occupied on the steering wheel, and then a few hot kisses before Trev had to run back for his afternoon appointments, couldn’t touch the sheer need Mike had built up over the last thirty-nine days.
Mike rearranged the salad, and glanced at his watch. Eight- fifteen. He knew better than to put the steaks in the pan until Trevor was actually walking in the door. Even back in the city working at a regular clinic, his hours had been unpredictable. Judging by the stories he told of a country vet’s life, it would be even worse here. Trevor had said home by seven-thirty. Working with zero pre-existing data points, Mike was betting on eight... twenty-three. He was trying to guess within ten minutes of Trev’s actual arrival time. It was a game he’d played ever since their first date.
He smiled helplessly at the memory. He’d been waiting at his table in the coffee shop, tapping his foot and wondering if he’d been stood up, when the gorgeous young vet with the wild dark hair had practically burst in the door.
“Sorry. God, so sorry!” The rapid breathing had been distracting. Mike had found himself watching the man’s soft mouth and heaving chest, losing track of his irritation.
“I would have been here earlier, really I would, I meant to.” Trevor had dropped into the seat across from Mike, an adorable sheepish look on his face. “But I have this thing. I mean, I can’t seem to walk away when someone calls me up with a problem. Even if I should send them to the emergency clinic, because we were about to close, except she’s a really good client of ours. And she said she trusted me more than some strange vet. How cool is that? And I just love her dog, Candy, she’s adorable...”
By the end of the convoluted story about a bulldog in labor and a crosswise puppy, or maybe a puppy in labor and a cross bulldog, Mike had been halfway in love. A few weeks later there was no halfway about it...COLLAPSE