Promises

I think.”

“I thought she was here.”

“She was. She delayed her flight and spent a couple of days here. Turns out with Dad gone, she and Lizzy and your mom are like three peas in a pod.”

“She’s gone now?”

“She is, but she’ll be back.” His eyes tightened a little, and he frowned. “She’s leaving him. She went home to get her things in order. Lizzy offered to let her live with them for a while. She said she could use help with James anyway.”

“Like a nanny,” I said quietly to myself, as one piece fell into place.

“Yes.” He was smiling again. “She’s so excited to have a surrogate grandchild; I think she would leave my dad for James alone.”

We were quiet again as I thought about all that he had said.

“Matt, I’m so sorry. You lost your family, all because of me.”

He looked at me with alarm. “What? No! You’ve got it all wrong.” He leaned forward on the bed and put his hand on my cheek. “I didn’t lose my family because of you. I have a family because of you.”

I leaned into his touch. “I want to go home. When are they letting me go?”

“Tuesday afternoon. I work the two to ten that day, but I’ll get it off.”

“Don’t. Mom or Brian or Lizzy will give me a ride.”

“Are you sure you don’t mind?”

“I’m sure. I’ll be waiting for you when you get home.”

“Will you be naked?” he asked with a wicked grin.

I laughed and pushed him off the bed. “Just wait and see.”

CHAPTER 30

IT TURNED out to be mom who took me home from the hospital. I was surprised to see that the large front window was covered by plywood. I had forgotten that, prior to showing up at Lizzy and Brian’s, Dan had ransacked our house.

“They’ve ordered the glass,” Mom told me. “I think Matt said it would be installed next week. We cleaned up inside as well as we could, but you’ll probably need to have the carpet in the living room replaced.”

When I got inside, I found that the damage wasn’t bad at all. I also found that Matt’s bookshelf was now in the bedroom and his home gym was taking up most of the dining room. He had apparently moved the last of his stuff into my house while I was in the hospital.

I went to bed early, settled happily into sheets that smelled like him. I was asleep when he got home. I woke up to him sliding into bed behind me. He carefully cuddled up to my back and wrapped himself around me, making sure not to touch the bandage on my side. I settled back against him with a sigh.

“I’m glad you’re home,” I told him.

“I’m glad you’re home. I missed this. The whole week my parents were here, I was sleeping at my apartment. And then this past week, you weren’t here. This bed seemed awfully big and empty.” His hands were wandering, and he started kissing the back of my neck. “Did the doctors say you’re healthy enough to resume all activities?”

“They said no sex for six months.”

He froze until I started laughing. Then, as his lips brushed my neck again, he said, “That’s not funny.” But I knew he was smiling.

“They said to be careful and make sure we don’t disturb the stitches.”

“I’ll be very gentle.”

And he was. He lined us up, the way he always liked, and stroked us off together, very slow and passionate, kissing me deeply right up until the end when he pulled back to watch me come. And although it still surprised me, it was watching me that sent him over the edge, and he said again in my ear, “God, I love to watch you.”

Afterward, we lay tangled together in the dark.

“Jared?” His fingers were playing gently in my curls.

“Yes?” I was more than halfway asleep, perfectly warm and content, back in my own bed. With him.

“Say it for me.”

“You’re heavy.”

“No.”

“You’re a manipulative bastard.”

“No.” He was laughing.

“You’re right.”

He gave one hard tug on my hair. “That’s not it either.”

“I love you?”

He sighed contentedly. “That’s the one.”

I lay there, hearing his heartbeat in my ear, feeling his fingers moving through my hair, his smooth skin under my fingers, his legs entwined with mine, and I couldn’t imagine anything better in the world. I smiled, although he couldn’t see it, wrapped my arms tighter around him, and said it again, only really meaning it this time. “I love you.”

It had been less than a year since he had first walked through the door of our shop. It was hard to believe my life had changed so much. And looking back, I had to laugh when I realized one simple thing: the whole thing started because of Lizzy’s Jeep. 

A new romance from MARIE SEXTON in Spring 2010 A to Z

Zach Mitchell is stuck in a rut. His college boyfriend left him ten years ago, but Zach still lives in the same apartment, drives the same car, and feeds his ex-boyfriend’s ungrateful cat. His Denver business, A to Z Video Rental, is struggling. He has annoying customers, eccentric neighbors, and an unfulfilling romance with his landlord, Tom.

A combat boot-wearing punk with an attitude, Angelo Green was raised in foster homes and has been on his own since he was sixteen; he has never learned to trust or to love. He doesn’t do relationships, so when Angelo takes a job at A to Z Video, he decides Zach is strictly off-limits.

Despite their differences, Zach and Angelo quickly become friends, and when Zach’s break-up with Tom puts his business on the line, it’s Angelo who comes up with a solution. Together with Jared and Matt, their friends from Coda, Colorado, Zach and Angelo will find a way to save A to Z, but will they be able to save each other too?

ABOUT AUTHOR

MARIE SEXTON was always good at the technical aspects of writing but never had any ideas for stories. After graduating from Colorado State University, she worked for eleven years at an OB/GYN clinic. She quit the clinic at about the same time she started reading M/M romances. At some point in the ensuing months, the static in her head cleared, and her first story was born.

Marie lives in Colorado. She’s a fan of just about anything that involves muscular young men piling on top of each other. In particular, she loves the Denver Broncos and enjoys going to the games with her husband. Matt and