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Brad saw pain flash in Patrick's eyes before the other man turned and hobbled to the locker room.
 Patrick! Brad pulled Karen's hands off of his chest.  Damn it, Karen! Get your hands off of me!"
Karen looked from Brad's face to where Patrick had gone and back again. There was disbelief in
her eyes.  No fucking way."
"Get out of my way."
"You're fucking aman ?You ?"
"Just get out of my way! Brad snarled. He attempted to push past her, but she grabbed at his arm.
With the skates still on his feet, the grip forced him to stop or risk falling on his face.
"Don't worry, Brad; I'll still be here when you get this out of your system."
Brad shrugged out from under her touch with a glare.  Get away from me, Karen. I don't hit
women as a general rule, but right now you are making breaking that rule very tempting. He got a
small amount of satisfaction from the insulted look on her face, but Brad really didn't care if he hurt
her feelings. All he cared about at the moment was Patrick.
Brad stepped into the locker room and looked around. He spotted Patrick sitting on the bench and
leaning back against the wall with his eyes closed. Brad could see lines of pain around Patrick's
eyes and had a feeling he, not the injury, was the cause. The thought that he had hurt Patrick made
Brad feel as if he was going to be sick.
"Patrick? Brad bit his lip as his lover's eyes opened.  Can I join you?"
Patrick looked at him for a moment, and then gave a slight nod. Brad crossed the distance between
them and sat down on Patrick's left side. What he really wanted to do was grab Patrick's hand, but
he wasn't sure if his touch would be welcome. Taking a deep breath to steady his nerves, he
reached out and grasped Patrick's hand anyway. When Patrick's fingers laced with his, Brad
exhaled in relief.
"You know, sometimes I forget, Patrick murmured. He lifted their linked hands and brushed his
lips across the back of Brad's.
The press of Patrick's lips sent shivers up Brad's arm.  Forget what?"
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"That you're bi. Patrick gave a weak laugh and turned his head to face Brad.  I'm not used to
having to compete with women."
"You don't have to compete with anyone, Patrick. You're in a league of your own. This time it
was Brad who kissed his lover's hand. He could feel a slight tremble in the hand he was holding,
and was surprised to see a glimmer of tears in Patrick's eyes when he looked up.  Patrick, sugar,
what's wrong?"
"I don't know how I'm going to do this."
"Do what?"
"Go home to my life without you. A single tear escaped and rolled down Patrick's cheek. Brad
brushed it away then pulled Patrick closer, resting his lover's head on his shoulder. Patrick's grip
tightened on his hand, and he could feel lips pressing against his neck.
"Don't worry, sugar; we'll figure it out. I promise. Brad tilted his head and pressed his lips to
Patrick's forehead. His arms tightened as he felt the damp heat of tears against his neck. They had
to figure it out. The last thing Brad wanted was to lose the man in his arms.
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Chapter Seventeen
"You're quiet, Jack observed, passing over a mug of hot chocolate to Julian, who was on the
porch swing.
Julian took it with a small smile.  Yeah, I guess I am."
Jack settled next to him on the swing and curled an arm around his shoulders.  Okay?"
"Hmm. Julian snuggled into him noncommittally.  Never better."
"You sound tired."
"Exhausted. He tucked his feet up and set the mug down, adjusting the blanket he had to cover
Jack as well.
Jack smiled to himself and leaned backward, bringing Julian with him and carding his fingers
through his hair.  It's been a long couple of weeks."
"Hmm, Julian agreed.  Do you think they'll be okay?"
"Brad and Patrick? Jack clarified. He was pretty sure that was what Julian meant, though he
could have been referring to Roy and Hallie.
"They just seem so...."
Jack knew what he meant, and more than that, he knew how hefelt . Julian always took it so hard
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