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should have been you.” He stands, grabbing his untouched coffee. “Oh, and stop pretending that ‘being in love’ makes your behavior okay. Own your actions, Mom. Face the consequences. And figure out what to do about how you’ve hurt Caitlin before you lose her entirely. And remember Olivia and Connor need you a whole lot more than Jason.”
    Hand shaking, sweat collecting under his collar, he doesn’t give her a chance to respond, sweeping out of Brown Gargle on a wave of self-righteous anger.
 

     
    “He said what?” Will laughs.
    Patrick kisses the top of Will’s head. They’re lying on the cramped sofa eating Chinese takeout in their underwear talking about Patrick’s stint pinch-hitting in the ER earlier in the day. Will’s torso is wedged between Patrick’s thighs, his feet dangling off the opposite arm of the couch. Will’s takeout box is balanced on his stomach, and Patrick’s resting his on Will’s shoulder.
    They haven’t had sex yet, both wanting to eat and watch a little television first. Though Patrick’s not sure if they’ll make it to the television portion of the evening. He’s been half hard through dinner, and he can see Will’s thickened cock outlined in his boxers.
    “He said it was an accident.” Patrick chuckles.
    Will lifts another mouthful of kung pao beef to his mouth. The beard burn on his chin is healing up, but Patrick makes a mental note to apply more cream to it before bed. Will asks, “How do you ‘ accidentally ’ get a canning jar stuck up your ass?”
    Patrick grins, shaking his head as he takes a pull from his beer. “He tried to convince me he fell on it. I told him I was the last man on earth who’d begrudge someone shoving something big in their ass, but be sure to stay away from glass and anything that creates a vacuum seal from now on.”
    “You didn’t!” Will sits up and turns around to see Patrick’s face.
    Patrick smirks. “Of course I did.”
    “Go on. Tell me who it was.”
    “I can’t. Doctor/patient confidentiality.”
    “You’ve been telling me embarrassing stories about your patients for weeks now.”
    “Yeah, but I don’t share any names.”
    Now that Will’s moved out from between his legs, Patrick sits up too, putting his empty food box on the coffee table.
    Will scoffs. “You do realize I know almost everyone in this town, right? I could guess who most of them were.”
    It’s Patrick’s turn to snort. “Whatever. I revealed no names so technically there’s no breach.”
    Will tilts his head, his eyes narrowing skeptically. “There was Shane Hammond. You told me about him.”
    “Oh come on. You wormed it out of me. And you were right. Everyone was going to know the next day because his idiocy made the papers. But this patient’s anal adventure won’t be local news.”
    “True. S’okay. You don’t have to tell me. Just know that I’ll never be able to look sweet old Mr. Richards in the eye again.”
    Patrick groans. “Whatever. You didn’t hear it from me. And there’s not a doctor in the world who doesn’t dish on their patients when they go home to their husband or wife. It’s a healthy way to release stress.”
    “ The Hurting Times gossip addict cites stress relief.”
    Patrick lets innuendo soak his voice. “You know what else is great for stress relief…”
    “I thought you wanted to watch TV?”
    “Forget TV. Come on. Let’s try something new tonight.” He licks his lips, heart kicking up a notch as Will’s mouth parts and a lusty warmth burns in his eyes. “Tell me what you like—what you fantasize about but you’ve been too afraid to ask for.”
    Will’s cheeks go red. He looks away, blows a raspberry, and takes another bite of chicken. “What makes you think I’m afraid to ask for anything?”
    Patrick smirks. “That blush for one.”
    Will shrugs off the comment but Patrick can see the red creeping up his chest and the way his breath comes quick and shallow.
    “Want me to start?”