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
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
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