Risk and Reward: A Gay Love Story (Best Gay Romance Book 1) by B.A. Stretke (3)

Max was impressed with his breakthrough. Jeremy was going to share his designs with him that no one has seen. Jeremy was going to show them to him. He hoped this was a beginning to the relationship he wanted to have with Jeremy. “Are you okay with the engagement?” He asked out of nowhere.

“I guess I have to be.” Jeremy reconciled. “I don’t have much of a choice at this point. It will be hard to pretend, though.” He considered, “When people ask me about the wedding and such, I might forget what part I’m playing.”

“You’re a groom.” Max supplied easily for him. “And a very handsome one too.”

Why does he keep doing that? He seethed silently. Jeremy responded with “Sure I am.” in his usually sarcastic tone as they entered his drive and pulled up to the back door.

Max heard him, but did not respond. Jeremy was out of his car and half way to the back door when he finally caught up with him.

‘He is in a strange mood tonight.’ Max was thinking. One minute he’s warm and friendly and the next cool and distant.

Jeremy wanted to be alone, and yet he also wanted Max with him. It was a strange push and pull on his emotions that were beginning to tire him out. The man scared him in the sense that he never knew what to expect, but still, he couldn’t get enough of him.

Max was standing very close to him as he unlocked his door and went inside. Jeremy instantly went to the living room and retrieved his sketches, hoping that he could give him the pad and then he would leave.

Max was standing in the middle of his kitchen when he returned. He regarded him with a strange look of concern and question. His eyes, dark and mysterious traveled over him from head to toe reading every movement, every nuance of expression.

Jeremy didn’t look at him. The silence as Max studied him was the most uncomfortable he could remember. Was Max seeing him? Was he seeing that he wanted more from him than a temporary companionship spiced with the odd sexual encounter while he was stuck in this town? Did he see the truth? He hoped not. Jeremy laid the pad on the table and stepped back from him.

“What’s wrong?” Max asked as he continued to watch him.

“Nothing.” Jeremy lied.

“Please don’t worry about the loan or your mortgage. We’ll work it out. You won’t lose your home. I promise. I would never do that to you.” He assumed it was a money issue that was wearing on him and of course, the engagement.

Jeremy just went with it and nodded. If only he knew the real reason for his mood. He would probably run away screaming or laughing. ‘Imagine, a small town guy like me thinking he had a chance with someone the caliber of Max Donovan. He would definitely be laughing.’

Max saw that Jeremy’s expression became grave. He wished he could convince Jeremy of his intent. He gathered him close to him and held him. “Relax, sweetheart, you are safe in my hands.” He smiled and kissed him tenderly at first and then gradually the kiss became deeper. He couldn’t help himself. Whenever he had him this close he just had to have more. He ran his hands down Jeremy’s arms causing him to shiver and then brought him up close for another sensual kiss. “You’re safe with me.” He repeated.

Max released him then and turned towards the table and picked up the sketches. “I’ll call you in the morning. Perhaps we can meet for breakfast.” He desperately wanted to stay, but the mood of the room told him clearly that Jeremy wanted to be alone.

“I’m working the Gift Shop tomorrow, all day. It’s the only job I have left.”

Max did not rise to the bait this time. He let his last statement go without comment. “I’ll call you at the shop then.” With a warm smile, he said good night.

Jeremy didn’t move until he heard his car pulling out of the driveway and then listened as the motor died away into the distance. He didn’t regret the events of the past few days but still it hurt to think that in the end, Max will leave. And on top of all that, he had to pretend to be Max’s loving fiancé.

He is in way too deep. How was he to control his true feelings and not let it show just how much in love he really was?

Jeremy pulled himself upstairs and was able to barely find his bed through the blur of tears that had welled up in his eyes. He didn’t bother to change his clothes, but rather fell defeated and empty onto the bed, while visions of their encounters lingered in his mind. He hoped to fall asleep quickly to put an end to the growing ache in his heart and that pounding in his head.

…

Jeremy woke when his clothing began to twist uncomfortably around him. He got up slowly and changed into one of his brother’s t-shirts. He didn’t have the energy to find a pair of pajamas. The t-shirt was loose and long; it would provide adequate comfort and cover.

Agonizing thoughts of Max came to his mind, and he pushed them away. Max was not interested in him in the way Jeremy wanted him to be interested; he was just an easy lay, nothing more. He desperately needed to accept that fact. Jeremy crawled into bed between the sheets this time and covered up to his neck in the thick comforter. This bed was heaven; he thought as he drifted back to sleep. His dreams that night were tormenting visions of Max and the town laughing at him. Everyone was in on the joke except him.

Max thought about calling Jeremy once he reached his hotel room but decided it was probably too late considering the amount of wine he drank. He was most likely in bed sleeping. Max thought about him almost constantly. He was so caught up in this man he could barely think straight.

 Jeremy was definitely skittish about men, and Max didn’t want to scare him off, and he might have done just that by pushing to spend the night, which had been his original plan.

 He thought about their time together. Jeremy gave willingly, but Max felt him pull away afterward. He knows he has to convince Jeremy that they belong together. He would have to come to some sort of an agreement with Jeremy on a relationship, very soon before he drove himself crazy. He wanted much more from Jeremy than just dinner and sex, much more.

…

Jeremy rose as early as his pounding head, and nauseous stomach would allow. He called his mother and asked if he could come in at 9 a.m. instead of 8 a.m. His mother agreed when she heard a quick description of his night.

“I want to hear it all when you get here,” Laura told him.

Jeremy showered and dressed slowly, taking many breaks. It was difficult to stand for long, but he managed to be dressed and sitting at the kitchen table by 8 a.m.

Maybe coffee was the answer. He really had to stop using wine as a crutch in this relationship. He had never been a drinker, and it was obvious that he never would be. He was struggling to his feet when the telephone rang. He grabbed it quickly, the ringing piercing his brain.

“Hello.” He almost whispered. The sound of his own voice making his head pound.

“Hello, sweetheart.” Max also whispered recognizing his dilemma. “Once you have a cup of coffee and a few aspirin you will start to feel better.” He assured him.

“I hope so. I have to be to work by nine.” He pulled the phone over to the table so he could sit back down.

“I assume you aren’t interested in breakfast?” He teased, and Jeremy moaned softly. “In that case will you have lunch with me? We have a few more things to discuss, and it would be good for the locals to see us together as often as possible. We are engaged after all.” He urged him playfully.

“Okay. That would be very nice, thank you.” Jeremy was still whispering painfully but was also trying to be cordial. He had fought with Max enough, Jeremy decided. Today he was simply going to go with the flow. Lunch, engagement, mortgage, loans, bankruptcy, social ruin, whatever today was going to bring, he would analyze and deal with tomorrow. Today is a free day; he was going to relax and regroup and never drink wine again.

Max laughed. “I’ll pick you up at noon.”

The coffee and aspirin helped a lot. Jeremy felt almost human when he arrived for work.

“Oh dear!” His mother exclaimed. “Your eyes are so red. How do you feel?”

“I feel about as good as I look, but I’m improving.” Jeremy smiled and then winced as the morning sun shone brightly through the windows and into his eyes.

“Come and sit at the counter out of the sun. You can take care of the register until you’re feeling up to moving around.” Laura tried to be comforting and understanding, considering how much Jeremy was dealing with at present.

Jeremy sat at the register praying that there would be no customers for a little while. He felt bad just sitting at the register and not helping his mother, but he also felt too bad to get up. His mind began to wander and as usual, it wandered to Max. On the one hand, he was being so nice, so kind, and so helpful and Jeremy appreciated it. He really did. Jeremy said this to himself. But on the other hand, he was also very controlling. Jeremy hated to admit that he actually liked it, a little.

The way he took over in regards to his job at Michaels’s and the repairs on his own home was amazingly swift and easy. He was a man that did exactly what he wanted to do when he wanted to do it. According to what he’d heard from some of the bank employees, he was strict, demanding, and to the point. Max was an amazing man.

Still, with all of that in mind, if Max had wanted to stay last night, he would not have resisted him. He hadn’t resisted sex and probably wouldn’t resist much when it came to Max Donovan. That was a sobering admission for him. He wanted Max to stay last night, wanted him to demand to stay, but he didn’t. He did kiss him very passionately, Jeremy remembered, but he did not give the memory much credence. He was quite intoxicated at the time, and what he saw as passionate might have been just friendly.

The phone rang around 10:30 and it was Max. He was just as upbeat as he had been earlier that morning. He offered to pick him up for lunch and suggested one of the local restaurants, but Jeremy preferred to meet him at the Café.

“I need the fresh air.” He told him. “My head is clearing, and the walk will do me good.” Jeremy was feeling fine now, and he preferred to go to the Café. He felt comfortable there. It was his place. He was glad that Max did not persist in his desire to go somewhere else.

“Who was that on the phone?” Laura approached the counter with a stack of birthday cards for Jeremy to help sort.

“Max, he invited me to lunch.”

“Are you going?” Laura teased.

“I’m meeting him at the Café.” He took the cards and started to put them into respective piles. “I’m afraid to believe it,” Jeremy stated softly. It was part of a conversation he was having in his mind and surprised himself when he suddenly blurted it out.

“Believe what?”

“That he cares about me.” Jeremy turned to face his mother. “This phony engagement has really confused me.” Jeremy smiled weakly. “I don’t know what’s real and what’s fake anymore.”

Jeremy looked so sad that Laura felt compelled to reassure him that Max does care. Laura had no doubt of Max’s sincerity. He could have handled the gossip any number of ways other than an engagement.

The most obvious would have been to let it be known that he’d had car troubles and had left his car at Jeremy’s until it could be repaired in the morning. That was actually partially true. Bill had suggested that possibility when Max spoke to him, but Max insisted that the best way was to pretend to be engaged.

He was unyielding on this. Both Laura and Bill were under the impression that it was simply one more tie to bind Jeremy to him. He was surrounding and conquering. He seemed to be handling this relationship more like a takeover than a merger, and that was probably where Jeremy had gotten lost. It was cliché, but it really was all very sudden for Jeremy. He hasn’t had time to process everything and understand that Max wants a real relationship with him. “I believe he cares about you,” Laura told him, not ready to share all of her thoughts on the subject.

“I think he is playing me. I think he has my designs and my contract and he plans on selling them both to some company in Chicago. I also think he is just biding his time until I am unable to maintain the payments on my personal loan to him and he can then foreclose on my property. This is all business to him. He is using me and making me believe he cares. I won’t know what hit me until I am left with nothing and am an artistic slave to some company in Chicago.” Jeremy let it all flow; he didn’t even stop when he saw his mother’s expression turn to shock. Jeremy knew he was overreacting but he’d been made a fool too many times in the past couple of weeks, not to be fearful.

“That doesn’t make any sense, no offense, but why waste his time on a financially small fish like you. He could easily outwit any business person in town and take what he wants. Why would he be trying to swindle you for a house that he could have easily foreclosed on already? It also doesn’t explain why he felt it necessary to become engaged to you.” Laura countered.

“It isn’t a real engagement.” Jeremy retorted. “It was just his way of toning down the gossip.”

“Just because you’re afraid to care about him Jeremy doesn’t mean you have to demonize him. Like I said before, all he has done is help you.” Laura held Jeremy’s gaze until Jeremy dropped his head and stared at the floor.

“I don’t know. I keep looking for the catch, the gotcha.” Was all Jeremy could say.

“Why don’t you come and have dinner with your father and me tonight. We’d love to have you.” Laura patted Jeremy’s arm and tried to be as reassuring as possible.

“Thanks, Mom, but I thought I’d just relax tonight and maybe update my resume.” Jeremy tried to smile but couldn’t achieve it. “I need to be prepared.”

“I understand, but if you change your mind come on over.” Laura was hoping to be able to talk with him more. He was so unsure of himself and his abilities that he would never believe that someone like Max Donovan could be in love with him or that he could succeed, professionally, in a place like Chicago.

Jeremy decided to stop thinking about Max, his motives, his intent, everything. Today was his free day. He wasn’t going to analyze anything else. He could do whatever he wished; he wasn’t going to try and figure it out. Besides, he had more important things to deal with right now. He had to find work. Now that he would no longer be working for Michaels or for the caterer, he definitely needed some additional income to offset what he could make at the Gift Shop.

 Jeremy walked directly to the Café; he glanced around several times in case Max too was on his way. He arrived a little early to get his favorite table near the back so that you could see everyone who entered. He sat there waiting and admitted that he was looking forward to seeing Max. For all his tough talk, he loved spending time with the gorgeous man.

“Anyone mention our engagement?” Max teased as he sat down. He looked fresh and energetic and nothing like the way Jeremy was feeling. ‘How can he always look like he has everything figured out?’

“Several people congratulated me on my luck,” Jeremy told him. “Apparently, you’re considered a good catch.” Max began to laugh, and Jeremy joined him.

“Well of course I am.” He said still laughing. “I have charm, sensitivity and good looks, who could ask for more?”

“Actually, I don’t think they were looking much further than your wallet when they made their judgment.” Jeremy didn’t realize what he’d said until it was too late to take it back. It was what he was thinking, but he never intended to verbalize the thought. “I apologize, that was unkind.” He said this almost immediately. The sudden darkness in Max’s eyes nailed him to the spot.

“Is that how you see me, Jeremy?” He asked. “Do you see me as just some rich guy from Chicago?” He pressed him for an answer.

He was not happy; it was obvious in his tone and his question. Jeremy had managed to insult him once again, this time without even meaning to, or did he? “I’m sorry,” he said again. “I’m not sure how I see you.” He thought for a moment and before Max could comment he continued. “Your wealth has caused me to be distrustful of you and your motives, but your charm, sensitivity, and good looks keep drawing me in.”

Jeremy’s answer seemed to appease him. “I appreciate your honesty,” Max said with considerable more warmth and let it go.

Lunch turned out to be more easy and pleasant than he had expected. Following that one tense point at the beginning, it all went quite well. Max was happy and very attentive to Jeremy’s needs and his moods. Every time someone happened by and congratulated them on their engagement Max would either kiss his hand or his cheek and thank them.

Max acted like he was the most pleased man in town to be there with him. To Jeremy’s utter amazement, Max gave him a diamond band to wear. He said he borrowed it from his father. Jeremy didn’t feel right about wearing it, but Max insisted. 

Max walked him back to the Gift Shop and told him he would call him tomorrow. He had to leave for Chicago but should be back sometime towards evening. He asked if Jeremy wanted to use his car, but he declined. He also asked him not to miss him too much and not to have any strange men over while he was away. Jeremy couldn’t help but laugh. It felt so right when Max was there making sense of everything. It was when he was alone and thinking that everything seemed so absurd.

They stood outside the Gift Shop and Max hugged and kissed Jeremy quite publicly. He said his goodbye and assured him that everything would work out just fine. Max asked him once more if he would reconsider and accompany him to Chicago. “I’d love to show you the city.” He whispered in his ear. Jeremy declined again, although he ached to go with him.

. . .

Max arrived early in Chicago to finish negotiations. He looked forward to getting it all done and returning to Jeremy as soon as possible. He’d left with too many things up in the air. He had to get back and get things settled and clear. He wanted Jeremy Ward in his life permanently, and he would do everything in his power to make it happen. The fake engagement was a ploy to keep him close. What Jeremy didn’t realize, was that the engagement was for real. The ring wasn’t borrowed from his father; it was specially designed for Jeremy the last time Max had been in Chicago. Even then he knew he would never be able to let Jeremy go.

After nearly five hours of continued talks, it looked as if it would all be finalized tomorrow. Max wanted to speak with Jeremy before dinner so went to his office first and told his brothers he would meet them at the restaurant later.

Max was on the phone with Jeremy when one of the secretaries came into his office set a note on his desk in front of him and then left. The note stated that he had someone in the outer office who was insisting that he speak with him. The man’s name was Jim Ward.

Max ended his call with Jeremy and went to greet the gentleman in the outer office. He wasn’t sure what he expected, but the man standing there was every inch the stereotype of a longshoreman. He was large, rough and solid. He stood straight as an arrow and his eyes dark and determined locked with Max’s as soon as he stepped into the room.

The two men stood silent for a moment, sizing each other for the inevitable confrontation. Max motioned for him to enter and he stood back and let Jim pass. Max closed the door behind them and waited for him to state his business. He didn’t offer him a chair or a refreshment, Jim was there for a purpose, not to socialize.

Jeremy had described his brother as decisive in every aspect of his life. There was no gray area for Jim; there was black and white, good and bad and right and wrong. He lived his life straightforward and uncluttered.

“What are your intentions with Jeremy?” His voice was low and strong and laced with authority. He was every inch, the protective older brother.

Max stepped closer to Jim and as he did so, Jim stood straighter, and their eyes bore down on one another. “My intentions are to earn his trust and with it his love,” Max spoke very clearly and never let his gaze waver from Jim’s. He recognized immediately that he needed to gain the acceptance and respect of Jim Ward if he hoped to have a real relationship with Jeremy.

“I love my brother.”

“As do I.”

“I will not stand by and let him be used and tossed aside. He’s never met your kind before, but I have.” His insinuation was clear and hit hard.

Max’s expression was lethal. He took another step towards Jim. “I assure you I have nothing but the highest regard for Jeremy. I don’t use people.” He annunciated each word for effect. “I respect your sense of family and your need to protect Jeremy, but he is very capable of taking care of himself. He doesn’t trust me or my motives, and it has been a long hard three weeks trying to convince him otherwise. I love Jeremy, and I want only the best for him.”

Jim stood silent and took stock of the man and his words. “I have protected my brother since the day he was born. He isn’t weak, and he isn’t fragile, but he is naïve, and he rarely thinks things through. He has an impulsiveness that sometimes gets him into trouble, but he has a heart that is genuine and vulnerable.” Jim fell silent again and studied Max. “If all of this is a game, if you take advantage of him . . .I will hurt you.” Jim punctuated his words with finality.

“If I ever take advantage of him, I will let you hurt me,” Max responded in kind.

“We have an understanding then?” Jim broke a smile and put his hand out to Max.

Max returned the smile and took Jim’s hand in a firm grip. “We have an understanding.”

Jeremy sat at the computer in the small cubical at the library the next morning desperately trying to keep his mind on the resume in front of him, but all he could think about was Max. During lunch, Max told him that his designs were being well received and he expected to bring him some contractual work when he returned. And last night when Max called he said that he definitely had some commissions for him.

They hadn’t talked long, and it left Jeremy feeling as if Max had better things to do than talk to him. The call was barely ten minutes, and when he hung up, it left him with a cold feeling. His fears were coming true; Max was bored with him.

Jeremy knew it wouldn’t last, but he had hoped it would be a little longer than this. At least he’d be left with a few commissions and maybe he could develop a clientele. He hadn’t told Max that he was seeking alternative employment, not that it was his business or that he should even care. Suddenly all of his plans seem to have to go through Max Donovan before he could consider them.

 This was ridiculous, he told himself. ‘Max Donovan does not run my life; he does not own me...completely.’ He added the last when he realized that Max did, indeed, own a very large share of his life.

The things that he had said were weighing heavy on his thoughts as he stared at the diamond band on his finger. ‘His actions implied that he was interested in me and he’d said on several occasions that he found me attractive.’ Part of him grasped onto the possibility that maybe Max could love him, but the more pragmatic side of his nature warned of the unlikelihood of such a possibility.

Jim had said that men like Max Donovan were not in it for the long haul. They simply control, conquer, and move on. His mind remained at war with his heart until he finished the resume and left the library.

…

Jeremy worked the afternoon with his mother in the shop and made a point not to bring up the subject of Max Donovan. He had managed to put him out of his mind for a few hours at least. It was near closing; the customer flow had died down, and the silence eventually gave way to Laura asking Jeremy if Max had called last night.

“Yes, he did.” Jeremy did not elaborate.

“Well?” Laura pressed impatiently.

“Well, what?” Jeremy did not want to get into a discussion of their relationship, again. What did his mother want to know? 

“Did he say if your designs are going over well? Has he gotten good feedback?” Laura was excited. She knew that Jeremy was talented and all he needed was the exposure that Max could give him.

Jeremy was stunned for a moment. He expected his mother to grill him about their relationship and instead she wanted to know about the business. Jeremy smiled and appreciated his mother’s ability to always make him feel a little better. Jeremy was able to put his focus on his art and off of his personal life.

“He said that he would have some commission work for me when he gets back this evening.” Jeremy forced himself to smile.

“That’s wonderful, dear. Are you excited?” Laura was thrilled that Jeremy’s talent was finally being recognized.

“Yes, I am. I’m curious to see which of the designs were most popular. Once I know the tastes of Chicago, then I will be able to design more directly towards it.” Jeremy helped his mother stow the sidewalk displays and were locking up when Laura threw Jeremy some surprising and somewhat disturbing news. “Are you aware that Max placed your engagement announcement in the Examiner?”

Jeremy turned to look at his mother with a horrified expression. “He didn’t!”

“Yes, he did.” Laura suppressed a grin. “It’s a very tasteful piece. No pictures, though.”

“Now the entire town is going to be in on it when he dumps me.” Jeremy’s voice turned to a pained whisper. “I’m going to be a total laughing stalk when he leaves town.” He glared suddenly at his mother who was having little success with controlling her mirth. “Everything he’s done has been to help me, you said. I doubt anything helpful could come out of this.” Jeremy didn’t wait for his mother’s response. He left the shop with his head down and hurried to his car.

…

Max met with Andrew for a few minutes during a short break in the negotiations. Max was feeling the need to talk to Jeremy. Andrew was glad that Max was able to return, although it was obvious by his demeanor that Max was not so glad. His mind and attention were split between negotiations here in Chicago and whatever was going on up north.

“Never thought I’d be reduced to this,” Max said and shot Andrew a pain filled grin. “I am so in love with this guy that there is no telling what I might end up doing in the pursuit of his affection.” He’d returned specifically to finalize the agreement, and yet he still could not give the matter his complete attention. He would have to be straight with Jeremy. Max would tell him what he wanted from him. Enough time had been spent playing around the edges of this relationship. It was time to get things rolling.

…

The negotiations ended at ten twenty p.m. and as soon as the signatures were secured Max was out of the building and on his way to his apartment. Andrew didn’t need to ask any questions this time.

Max called Jeremy when he reached his apartment. The telephone rang and rang and again Max felt himself becoming agitated and anxious. Jeremy answered it on the fifth ring, and his relief was total.

“Hello, Sweetheart.” He said enthusiastically.

“Hi, how are you,” Jeremy replied equally pleased to hear from him. Max paused for a few moments before answering.

“I’m fine, although my brother may have some doubts about that.” Max gave a tense laugh. “I want to discuss something with you, Jeremy.” He quickly shifted the subject.

Jeremy tensed afraid that his next words would be that he wanted to take a break from him or that their involvement has become a disruption in his life. He waited for the axe to fall.

“I care for you, Jeremy.” Max began.

“I care for you too.” He answered sensing the end was coming.

“Thank you.” Max felt his discomfort, but needed to get things straight between them. He also needed to make his next proposal, which was guaranteed to raise his discomfort level even higher. “I want there to be an understanding between us, Jeremy.” He paused again.

Jeremy was not sure what an understanding meant so didn’t comment.

“I want for us to be exclusive.” Max waited for something from Jeremy. His silence was beginning to concern him. “I don’t want to go through what I went through that night your brother answered the phone, ever again.” He explained further.

“I’m not sure I know what you are asking.” Jeremy was seeking clarity. It sounded like a commitment of sorts, but he didn’t want to jump to conclusions.

“I want you to promise me that you will not see anyone else.” He said with determination. “And I promise to do likewise.”

Jeremy was ecstatic that Max was asking for a commitment and wanted to instantly swear always to be faithful, but then his fear crept in, as usual. It sounded good, and he sounded sincere, but Max was a successful business man and sounding sincere was probably very easy for him to do.

“I won’t see anyone else.” He answered, it wasn’t as if being exclusive would be difficult for him, he didn’t exactly have a string of lovers waiting in the wings.

Max understood Jeremy’s hesitance but wished he would soon get over it. Jeremy wasn’t taking him seriously, even now. Even with the agreement to see only him, it was obvious he didn’t trust Max to do the same. “I know it has been a short time since we first met, but love does not have to take years, sweetheart,” Max spoke from his heart. He would prefer to be saying this to him face to face, but he didn’t want to wait.

The scare he had gotten the last time he’d gone to Chicago told him all he needed to know as far as the depths of his feelings for Jeremy Ward. He remembered all too clearly the rage he felt when Jeremy’s brother answered the phone. Not knowing who he was and believing Jeremy was with someone else had been excruciating. He could try and deny it and fight it all he wanted but the pain in his heart that evening told him all he needed to know.

Jeremy wanted to say so many things, but his pride forbid him from exposing his feelings. He referenced love and Jeremy wanted to dig deeper. James’ warning came back to him again at that moment, men like Max Donovan were in it for the short run, don’t expect happily ever after.

“I miss you,” Jeremy told him. He could not comment on the other.

“I’m not sure when I’ll be finished here. I thought it would be wrapped up a little sooner. I will call you when I leave.” Max said and then added with much more feeling, “I miss you too sweetheart.”

His words flowed over Jeremy, smooth and intoxicating like that wine he’d had the other night. He was putty in Max’s hands, ready to accept, believe, commit, anything he asked. Jeremy was so in love with him that the mere sound of his voice raised goose bumps on his skin. He was afraid for Max to know just how deeply he was feeling and just how desperately Jeremy wanted him. He kept his tone cautious and his words guarded throughout the remainder of their conversation. 

Jeremy mentioned that he had revamped his resume and Max assured him that it wasn’t necessary. He told him that he already had three commissions for original designs and his completed work was being snapped up like hot cakes. Max’s enthusiasm made him laugh. “You’re on your way to a successful career, sweetheart.” He assured him.

…

“You’re here bright and early,” Laura spoke to Jeremy as he entered the Gift Shop.

“I didn’t sleep very well last night.” He spent the entire night thinking about everything Max had said to him from last night back to the first time they met. He was trying to decide what was going on. By morning, he was still no closer to understanding their relationship than he was last night.

“Max called me last night and said some things that were, well, unexpected.” Jeremy sat down behind the counter next to his mother. “He said that he doesn’t want me to see anyone else.”

Laura raised an eyebrow but did not remark.

“He told me that he would like for us to be exclusive.” Jeremy shot his mother a speculative glance. “What do you think?”

“More important, what do you think?” Laura returned the question.

“I’m in love with him, Mom, but I’m afraid,” Jeremy spoke his mind. There was no use in playing word games with his mother if he truly wanted her advice. “Why would he want anything to do with me? The men in his social circle are sophisticated and well bred. I’m a bumpkin; I could never fit into his life, so why is he saying things that lead me to believe he wants me for more than just a night or two?” Jeremy’s misery showed plainly on his face.

“What would he have to do to make you trust him?” Laura was shooting for a deeper analysis of Jeremy’s feelings.

Jeremy considered the question for a long time before answering. A lot of things ran through his mind, but none seem to possess that element that would convince him of his sincerity. “I don’t know.”

“Maybe the problem isn’t him?” Laura asked

“Max said that love does not have to take years,” Jeremy spoke with a dreamy sadness.

“Did he say that he loves you?”

“Not in so many words, but he implied it.”

“Don’t you think it is time you started taking some risks?” Laura offered.

“I agreed not to see anyone else.” Jeremy continued. “He agreed to do the same.”

“Don’t be so careful that you miss out on what life has to offer you.” Laura squeezed Jeremy’s hand and assured him that whatever happened she would be there for him.

…

Betsy Wallace was seething with jealousy. She heard about the engagement, but was sure it was simply a subterfuge for the gossip. If she’d known that her plan would result in their engagement, she would have thought it all through a bit more carefully. The engagement had to be phony she convinced herself, so she could still play on Jeremy’s doubts. He was so unsure of himself that she could probably make him believe anything.

She sat at her desk vehemently trying to concoct a plan to destroy whatever was between Max Donovan and that stupid Ward boy. What could Max possibly see in him? He was common and ordinary, yet Max followed him around like a love starved adolescent. Max Donovan could have any man or woman in this town, and yet he chose Jeremy Ward? Betsy tried never to let her anger get the best of her, so she took a deep breath, relaxed and turned her thoughts back to destruction.

Her opportunity came in the form of a package the following day. Betsy had one of the tellers intercept the express mail as it was being delivered to Max’s office. “He is out until tomorrow.” The woman explained to the delivery man. “He instructed me to receive any mail or packages.” This was not true of course, but the man did not question. The teller then gave the box to Mrs. Wallace.

The box possessed the insignia of a jewelry store in Chicago, so Betsy could not resist the urge to see what was inside. She moved to an empty office out of the view of everyone and carefully opened the box. Inside she found the completed mother’s pin.

It was done in 18K yellow gold with a small emerald and diamond set into the tree trunk, and a garnet and diamond set into the branches. This was one of the pins Jeremy had designed. There was also another pin; it was the Art Deco pin. It was 18K white gold but did not have any stones in it. She suddenly had her plan. It was quick and cruel and would suit her desire to wreck this relationship. Betsy hid the box and with a big satisfied smile took the Art Deco pin and attached it to her lapel. Max wasn’t due back for at least another day, so she had time to make this work.

Jeremy heard from Max at eleven thirty, and he told him that he would be arriving at the airport around one thirty and asked for him to meet him. He told Jeremy that he looked forward to discussing further and in more depth, the issue they were discussing last night.

Max said that he was anxious to see him and to hold him in his arms. A sentence that went straight to Jeremy’s heart and melted there. He said everything that a lonely, lovesick guy wanted to hear.

Jeremy sat alone in the Café drinking coffee. He’d planned on having some lunch before meeting Max, but found that nothing on the menu looked appetizing. He checked his watch and noticed that he would have to leave in half an hour to be there before he arrived. Jeremy’s mind was filled with thoughts of what Max might say to him, when suddenly Betsy Wallace walked up to Jeremy’s table and without an invitation, sat down.

The two simply sat and stared at each other until Betsy opened the conversation with, “I thought you might like to know what Mr. Donovan has been doing when he is not with you.” Betsy eyed Jeremy closely gauging his reaction before continuing. “You’re a very naive little boy, Jeremy, if you think a man like Max Donovan is easily satisfied. I can’t sit by and watch you make a complete fool of yourself any longer.”

Jeremy did not respond although his discomfort was obvious. Betsy shifted in her chair so as to make the pin on her lapel visible to Jeremy. Once she registered Jeremy’s shock at recognizing the pin, she lovingly running her fingers over it. “Max had this made for me. He’s a very appreciative lover, but then you already know that, don’t you?” Betsy cooed and batted her eyes. “You got your house renovated, for services rendered.” She smiled.

“Max is sleeping with you?” Jeremy asked tensely. He was using every bit of control he had to keep from leaping across the table and choking this hateful woman.

“Yes.” She drawled it out for effect. “When he is not in your bed, he’s in mine.”

Jeremy drew back from her in disgust. His mind had a very hard time digesting this unwelcome bit of news. Was this just Betsy Wallace being her bitchy self or was this true?

“Remember that day you came to the bank to speak with him?” Betsy began. Jeremy nodded slightly. “The reason you weren’t allowed to enter Max’s office was because I was in there with him and... well...we weren’t doing dictation, if you know what I mean.” Betsy glanced around the Café. Jeremy was taking it all in, and by the look on his face, he believed everything. This would be easier than she imagined. Jeremy would have nothing to do with Max after this. The road would be clear for a tender, understanding secretary like herself to hold Max’s hand and help him through this difficult breakup. Betsy smiled smugly, confident that she had done enough damage, for now.

“I’ll leave you now, but if I were you, Jeremy, I would make him tell you the truth.” Betsy got up and turned towards the door. “You and I are simply entertainment for him, nothing more. The difference between us is I know that what Max is offering is temporary. You, on the other hand, seem to be looking for permanence. Don’t delude yourself.”

Jeremy sat and stared at the table long after Betsy Wallace had left. A cold numbness enveloped his body and made it almost impossible for him to move. This declaration was worse than anything he had even imagined. He didn’t trust him, but he never thought Max was really having an affair with Betsy Wallace. How could he be so deceitful, so insidious as to lead him on and be sleeping with Mrs. Wallace at the same time? 

The pin that she had been wearing tore at Jeremy in an intensely personal way. Max knew that it was Jeremy’s favorite; he’d told him so over dinner. Did he give it to Betsy Wallace just to illustrate to him, in a cruel way, how little he really meant to him? Was he saving this revelation for when he was through with him and on his way to the next challenge? Jeremy got progressively more upset with each passing thought.

Gradually Jeremy pulled himself together and was able to walk out of the Café without anyone knowing how distraught he was. Once in his car, he let go of a few tears but refused to let his pain take control of him.

“I should have been prepared for something like this.” He told himself. He knew that what Max appeared to be was too good to be true. He also knew that he wasn’t staying. That knowledge alone should have been enough to keep him from falling in love with him, but it wasn’t.

It confused him, though, if sex was all he wanted why would he waste his time on him when Betsy Wallace was always available, even during office hours.

…

Max’s plane landed just before one thirty. He was anxious to talk to Jeremy. He still seemed suspicious, but he agreed to what he asked, and that was what mattered. He would gain his trust; it would just take time.

He looked around the terminal for Jeremy, but he was nowhere to be found. He waited for about twenty minutes before heading for the parking lot. Jeremy was not there.

Max finally called a taxi to take him to the hotel. Before getting into the taxi he again looked around the parking area still thinking that Jeremy had to be there. Why would he ditch him like this?  He took his cell phone and called Jeremy at home. The telephone rang, but no one answered. After ten rings, he hung up. He then called Jeremy’s cell and got voice mail. His last attempt was to call the Gift Shop.

“Jeremy has the afternoon off,” Laura told him. “I’m not certain what his plans are.” She added when he enquired further.

“When you hear from him, would you ask him to call me?” Max requested. Laura assured him that she would give Jeremy his message. Max didn’t feel comfortable discussing anything further.

…

Jeremy had decided, after his discussion with Mrs. Wallace, not to meet Max at the airport as he had requested. He couldn’t face him, not yet. He needed to think, and he needed to be alone to do that. Jeremy called his mother and asked for the afternoon off and then went home. He didn’t plan on staying home too long. If he wanted to find him, Max would look for him there first, and he didn’t want to see him. He felt bad for leaving him at the airport without an explanation, but he just couldn’t bring himself to talk to Max right now. Mrs. Wallace’s claims and his own insecurities were playing havoc with his thoughts.

Could it be that he was using him simply as a cover for the relationship he was having with Mrs. Wallace? He wouldn’t want the town or her husband finding out so what better way than to be engaged to someone else. Jeremy suddenly felt so empty. How would he ever bring himself to be able to look at Max again?

“May I use the cabin for a few days?” Jeremy asked. Laura was concerned but wise enough not to question. “I need to get away for a while.”

“Of course, use it as long as you need to.” Laura assumed the sadness she heard in her son’s voice had something to do with the call she’d gotten earlier from Max. “Max was looking for you. He asked me to have you call him.” A very long and tense silence ensued which Laura did not attempt to fill.

“What did he say to you?”

“Nothing much, he just said to ask you to call him.” She could have added that he sounded distressed, worried and that his request possessed an edge of desperation, but she didn’t. Laura did not want to get involved in whatever was happening between them at the moment.

If Jeremy was ever going to have any sort of a relationship with Max, then he would have to start to trust him. It was time for him to work out his own feelings and decide what it was he wanted. He then would have to decide what he was willing to give.

“Thanks, Mom.” Jeremy appreciated his mother’s understanding. Without saying as much, Jeremy was thanking her for not asking questions. He didn’t know what he would have said to her if she had asked. This time away at the cabin would give him the space, privacy and quiet to plan his next move.

Jeremy packed a few things and was gone long before Max arrived.

Max went directly to Jeremy’s home from the hotel. He hadn’t answered his calls, but perhaps he was there. He noticed Jeremy’s car was not in the yard, but went to the door anyway. It was locked, and there was no response to his knock. He walked slowly back to his car and sat there for a while.

If it had been an emergency, then his mother would have informed him of such. Jeremy, for some reason, prefers not to see him. Thoroughly irritated and with an undercurrent of smoldering anger, Max headed back to work, throwing up the loose gravel of Jeremy’s driveway as he sped away.

If Jeremy wanted to talk with him, then he would have to come to him. He was done chasing the insufferable man. No man is worth the frustration and chaos that Jeremy had put him through in the last few weeks.

Before he met Jeremy, his life was organized, his behavior was rational, and his focus was business. It was time that he brought his focus back where it belonged and finished the job he came here to do. If he wanted him, Jeremy knew where to find him.

Max took out his mood on everyone he came into contact with that day. He kept trying to convince himself that he didn’t care, yet he was eating himself up with the need to know where Jeremy was, and why he was avoiding him. He couldn’t concentrate on anything except Jeremy.

After several hours of ineffectiveness, he slammed his fist onto his desktop and sent most of the paperwork he was reviewing onto the floor in many different directions. He bent to pick them up and noticed a box shoved unceremoniously under the corner of his desk.

Once he had it out, he recognized it to be the box containing the pin he had ordered for his mother and the one he had customized for Jeremy. The box had been opened, but both pins were still there. Someone looked at it and then returned it? But why stuff it under his desk, that didn’t make sense. The idea that his mail was being tampered with did not set well and only added to the anger that was continuing to build within him.

Who had a key to this office besides him? He racked his brain thinking of ways someone could have gotten in here while he was away. The custodian’s master key was the only explanation.

Max called the local locksmith and arranged to have his office lock changed so that he would possess the only key. He then called the express service and asked who at the bank accepted delivery of his package. Unfortunately, the employee who made the delivery would not be available until Monday and the signature on the receipt that had been filed was completely illegible.

“Mr. Black, would you please come to my office?” Max asked, although by his tone it was definitely an order.

Mr. Black wasted no time in getting to Max’s office. Obviously not wanting to provoke him considering the bad temper he’d came back with this afternoon. Max nearly took the bookkeepers head off when he failed to understand his request for accounts the first time he asked for them. He had reduced at least two of the newer tellers to tears before he finally disappeared into his office. Max Donovan was accepted as being an exacting and demanding boss, but no one was prepared for the fury that he released on them today.

Mr. Black tried to assure his employees that it wasn’t anything personal and that perhaps business in Chicago had not gone as planned, or perhaps business here at the bank was not up to his expectations.

Mr. Black entered the office after knocking. Max sat behind his desk and stared at Mr. Black as he sat down in one of the chairs.

“Who has been going through my mail?” Max said it quietly and with authority. He watched Mr. Black as shock flashed across his features. He stiffened in his chair and thought for a moment.

“I don’t know.” He said this in all honesty although one name did come to mind. The only person at the bank with enough nerve to meddle in the business of others was Betsy Wallace, but Mr. Black remained silent.

Mr. Black absolutely despised the woman, and yet he had to protect her. It turned his stomach sometimes to cover for her, to defend her when all he really wanted to do was fire her and get her as far away from him and his family as he possibly could.

Max took the opened express mail box and pushed it across his desk towards Mr. Black.

“I found that stuffed under my desk. Someone opened it and then hid it under my desk.” Max continued in the soft, ominous voice. He trusted Mr. Black, yet there was something in his eyes that told Max he knew, or at least suspected something.

“What is it, Mr. Black? What are you not telling me?” Max pushed for an answer. He continued to hold Mr. Black with an uncompromising stare.

“I don’t wish to say anything without proof.” Mr. Black covered. “I have suspicions, but that is all they are at the moment. Give me a few days to either support or disprove my suspicions and then I will share them with you. I don’t want to accuse the wrong person.” Mr. Black held Max’s gaze unwavering. “Was anything stolen from the package?” he asked

“No. The items were inspected but not taken.”

“May I ask what they are?”

“Two pins that I had made by a jeweler in Chicago.” Max removed the small box containing the jewelry items and stowed it in his drawer.

“The mother’s pins that Jeremy designed?”

“Yes.” Max studied Mr. Black and his responses. He wasn’t being completely honest, but Max agreed to give him until Monday to share his suspicions.

…

Jeremy arrived at the cabin on Crystal Lake within an hour and automatically made himself a cup of coffee. He then went down to the lake to set and stare out at the water. The weather was cold this time of the year, so there weren’t any tourists or swimmers about to disturb his thoughts.

He’d planned on staying at the cabin through Saturday, but by eight o’clock that night, he could stand it no longer. Jeremy walked the floor and stared out at the lake and could not bring down the rising need for more satisfaction.

While sitting by the lake earlier, he had images of Max and Mrs. Wallace laughing at his stupidity. He saw them holding each other and enjoying their time together, without Jeremy there to confuse things. The more he thought, the angrier he became until he threw his coffee, mug and all, into the lake and stomped back to the cabin.

 Jeremy refused to sit there and fantasize about him and what might have been, like some pathetic loser. He would deal with this matter, and Max would know that he had messed with the wrong guy when he was finished with him.

…

Max drove by Jeremy’s home after work on the off chance that he might be there. His car was not there, so he did not pull in. He had called the Gift Shop and again Jeremy’s mother could give him no information. It wasn’t that she didn’t have information; it was just that she wasn’t willing to give him any. Laura Ward had finished their conversation with a hope-filled, “I’m sure he will call you soon.” It did nothing for the irritation and worry that continued to eat away at him.

Max had the mother’s pins in his pocket. He didn’t want to risk leaving them at the office. The mail tampering issue was still very upsetting. Even the most ambitious individual rarely messed with the mail. For starters, it was a Federal offense and secondly it was a crime that was difficult to cover up and get away with. Whoever did this was either very desperate or very stupid?

The purpose of the tampering was still unknown. If they wanted the brooches, they didn’t take them. If they wanted to know the contents, the business title on the box itself should have been informative enough.

Max checked his other correspondences, but nothing else appeared to have been touched. The only violation had been to the express box from Chicago. He would get to the bottom of it if it took him having to investigate each and every employee of the bank, which wouldn’t be the best move in terms of public relations.

Hanging onto Central Bank was not looking like a wise business move anyway. The bank would not be profitable for probably several years, and he did not have the desire to run this particular branch for that long. If it weren’t for Jeremy, he would have been out of this town by now. As it was, he couldn’t bring himself even to consider leaving until he was able to set their relationship back on course.

The bank was his excuse to his brothers for remaining in this town a little longer. He would be expected to give his report by the time of his mother’s party next week; he wouldn’t be able to stall any longer. It was then that he would have to decide whether to keep it or sell it, based on the facts not on his emotional involvement with Jeremy Ward.

He skipped dinner and went straight to his hotel room where he made another call to Jeremy’s home, and to his cell, still no one answered. After hanging up, Max took his cell phone and threw it across the room with such force that it shattered against the far wall. It appeased only a very small amount of his pent up frustration. He followed up the destruction with a long cold shower.

Max was just getting out of the shower when he heard a faint knock at his door. He grabbed his terry robe and slipped it on as he headed for the door. Whoever was bothering him at this hour was going to regret it, he thought as he yelled. “Just a moment!” He threw open the door and was ready to launch his verbal assault when suddenly his entire demeanor changed.

“I need to speak with you,” Jeremy demanded as forcefully as he could. He was taken completely by surprise when instead of answering him, Max grabbed him by the arm and hauled him physically into the room and slammed the door and locked it behind him.

“Not half as much as I need to speak with you.” He challenged with much more force and authority than Jeremy had feigned. Max held fast to his upper arm, staring down into his upturned face with a look on his face that was unfamiliar. “Does it give you some sort of perverse pleasure to torture me?” Max then released him so suddenly that Jeremy stumbled slightly. Max turned his back and stepped away from him as if composing himself.

This infuriated Jeremy; he was the one who was supposed to be angry and upset, not Max. ‘How dare he treat me like I did something wrong; I’m the victim in this piece, not him.’

“Why the disappearing act? Does it have anything to do with what we talked about? Are you afraid that you won’t be able to stick to your agreement to not see anyone else!?” Max’s voice grew deeper and deeper with the emotion he was struggling to control.

“Me... me. That’s rich, coming from you!” Jeremy spat out.

Max swung back to face him and stepped aggressively forward as Jeremy stepped back. “What the hell is that supposed to mean!?” He was yelling now. “You are forever making verbal stabs at me, and I never have a clue what it is you’re going on about.” He reached out to hold him by the arm again, but Jeremy stepped out of reach. “Just say what it is you want to say and stop playing games.”

“I’m not the one playing games,” Jeremy told him levelly. “And I’m not the one sleeping around. Is that clear enough for you? You forgot to mention that this exclusivity agreement only applies to me.”

Max’s expression turned to utter shock at his statement. His lips began to move, but he wasn’t able to speak. Finally, he choked out a strangled response. “You think I’ve been seeing someone else?”

“Who’s playing games now?” Jeremy snapped sarcastically

“Who told you this!” He gripped Jeremy’s arm tight.

“Let me go; you’re hurting my arm!” He said sharply, and Max immediately released him.

“Who told you I was sleeping around?” Max asked again with less aggression. “What proof did they give you? Or did you automatically believe them simply because you don’t trust me?” He waited silently for his response.

Jeremy stared at him for a very long time taking in every nuance of expression and stance trying to see the rat, the deceiver that Max was. Unfortunately, all he could see was seriousness and a deep sincerity surrounded by fury. His eyes, that as of late were usually glinting and bright, had turned to a dark unfathomable blue. His thick brows were drawn together tightly, scrutinizing him and everything around him while his skin seemed to smoldered.

Jeremy continued to study him unable to say what he wanted to say. He was on dangerous ground right now; he could feel the emotion welling up and the tears forming. He backed off from the attack and took a deep breath. Crying was not an option. Crying would seal him as the pathetic loser he knew himself to be. He took a tentatively anxious glance at the door, and Max saw it.

“You’re not leaving.” It was not a suggestion.

Jeremy’s head snapped around to look at him squarely. “You can’t keep me here.”

“Yes I can, and I will.” Max meant what he said. If he even made the slightest move towards the door, he was ready to stop him. Jeremy was going to answer his question, and he would explain where he got the idea that Max was sleeping around. They would work this out, or he was never going to leave this room. He took a step towards him.

Jeremy remained still. He would do what he came here to do, and he would not be intimidated by Max nor would he succumb to his charm. He stood his ground and held his gaze as Max approached him. He stopped a few inches from Jeremy, but did not try to hold him with anything other than his eyes and his presence. 

“Tell me where you heard this and tell me why you believe it.” He stated softly but firmly.

“I’m not as stupid as you think I am,” Jeremy told him and looked at him coldly as he finished. “Common sense itself dictates that what appears to be happening between you and me can’t be real.” He paused. “Betsy Wallace just confirmed that for me.”

Max looked enraged beyond word. “Betsy Wallace! Betsy Fucking Wallace? You think I’m sleeping with Betsy Wallace? How could you even begin to think that! Number one, she’s a whore. Number two, I’m gay!”

“But she had my brooch!” Jeremy wouldn’t let him get away that easy.

It all made sense now. Max suddenly realized the source of everything that had hampered his relationship with Jeremy. Betsy’s intent was to destroy their relationship. She even opened his mail and stole a pin to sell her plan. She had it out for Jeremy from the beginning. ‘I should have seen it. That bitch is going down.’

“How could you! You knew I loved the Art Deco brooch most of all. You knew what it meant to me!” Jeremy felt the tears coming, and he couldn’t stop them.

Max reached for him at that moment and pulled him tightly into his embrace and just held him. Jeremy stiffened at first but then gradually relaxed and molded to his frame. He could not resist this man. Finally, defeated in his effort to remain distant, he sighed heavily and laid his head against Max’s chest.

“What’s happening between you and me, Jeremy, is real, every bit of it. Please don’t doubt what I feel for you.” His voice brushed Jeremy’s ear and sensitized his flesh. “I swear to you there is no one else. There is nothing going on with Betsy Wallace, even if I wasn’t with you, I would not be with her.

“She opened my mail and stole that pin. I wondered who had opened the package but nothing was missing, so I asked Mr. Black to look into it. She’s had it out for us since the beginning, doing everything in her power to turn you against me.” Max took a deep breath and pulled Jeremy tighter to him.

 “There has been no one else for me since the day I first set eyes on you. And, for the record, I never thought you were stupid. You are the most interesting, creative, and intelligent man I have ever known.” He pushed his fingers through Jeremy’s hair and tilted his face up to his. He stared into his eyes and said very softly, “I love you.” And then he was kissing Jeremy with a gentleness that soothed, coaxed and comforted.

Max shifted him in his arms so as to move him even closer and to grip him tighter. Jeremy raised his hands to clutch the sides of his robe and realized, to his delight, that the robe was all he was wearing. He overcame his shyness surprisingly fast and let his hands roam the bare expanse of Max’s chest and shoulders beneath the folds of his robe as he continued to kiss him thoroughly and with a growing intensity that made him weak and slightly disoriented.

“Whatever she told you, is a lie.” Max groaned, his lips still holding his. “Trust me; please trust me.” His voice was getting husky and desperate.

Here in the security of his arms and overcome with the rapture of his kiss, he could believe anything he said. It all sounds so wonderful. But she was wearing the brooch. Whys did she hate him so much? These thoughts caused him to bristle and pull back from Max. He removed his hands from beneath Max’s robe and fought to bring his hunger under control.

Max whispered something, but Jeremy didn’t understand him. Max was rubbing his back with one hand and massaging his scalp with the other as his mouth progressed from his lips down to his throat and across his shoulder.

Jeremy realized then that his jacket had been removed and was lying in a heap at his feet and his shirt was completely unbuttoned; strangely he had no memory of Max doing this. Although, he was completely aware of Max removing his hand from his hair and grasping the waistband of his jeans. Within seconds, with deft precision, his jeans were unsnapped and unzipped.

Max was undressing him; Jeremy needed to stop this. They needed to talk more, but his heart was not willing to stop. His heart screamed for attention and begged for satisfaction.

His heart won out as he, unabashed, pushed aside Max’s robe to feel the firm muscle of his chest and stomach and drink in the husky male scent of his damp body. He loved the feel of Max’s bare skin against him. He loved this man.

This was the man he came there to have it out with. Jeremy’s only goal was to let him know, in no uncertain terms, that he was not going to be another of his conquests, and yet here he was ready to fall into bed with him after just a kiss, a caress and a heartfelt, “I love you.”

Max led him, unresisting, to the bed without breaking contact with his lips. He pushed Jeremy slowly onto the bed and with great tenderness continued to disrobe him. His shirt and jeans were completely gone along with Max’s robe when he joined him on the bed, laying out his length alongside Jeremy.

Memories of their last encounter filled Jeremy’s head. The body next to him felt so new, but yet so familiar. Once again he wanted this, more than anything. Max kissed down his neck and arrived at one nipple, and then the other, biting each one gently eliciting a great sigh from Jeremy. Max kissed his way down Jeremy’s firm stomach and reached the object of his desire, tenting his briefs. Max removed the underwear with one hand, and seized the cock with another. He casually licked his way from the base to the crown, causing Jeremy to squirm at the sensation. “Oh Max, that feels so good.” Jeremy moaned.

Max sucked a few times, before kissing his way down to Jeremy’s willing entrance. He lazily licked and prepared Jeremy for the coming onslaught…a closeness that Jeremy now yearned for. “I need you, Max,” Jeremy said breathlessly. Max placed one of Jeremy’s legs on each shoulder, and once he had the condom in place, he slowly entered Jeremy.

The first time Jeremy had been on all fours, but this time Max wants to see his face. He wants to look into Jeremy’s eyes at climax and let him see who it was that was in love with him. With each thrust, Jeremy lost himself more and more. “Don’t stop.” He moaned the words as Max dipped down to capture his kiss-reddened lips. A few fast, hard strokes later Max filled the condom as Jeremy spilled on chests.

“I love you so much.” Max declared. “I never even dreamed that I could feel for someone what I feel for you.”

“I love you too,” Jeremy confesses. “I’ve loved you for so long.” That declaration had Max kissing him again with a renewed ardor and possessiveness.

They lay there silent, drinking in the depth of meaning of the words and actions that had passed between them when suddenly the outside world broke in once again. They both froze when there came a rampant and extremely unwanted knock on Max’s door.

They remained still and silent waiting for the person to either knock again or leave. In his mind, Max was cursing, this couldn’t be happening, not now, not with Jeremy so soft and pliant in his arms and confessing his love. He could feel the pounding of Jeremy’s heart against his chest and the slight tensing of his body.

“It’s okay,” Jeremy whispered to him. Max was still on top of him and was holding him tightly to him in the hopes that the intruder would go away. Max’s hopes were dashed as the knocking commenced again only more determined.

Jeremy shifted nervously beneath him, and he understood immediately. Max got up from the bed slowly while maintaining constant eye contact with him. Jeremy did not look away, yet he looked suddenly unsure. Max handed him his clothing and retrieved his robe from the floor

Max went to the door and looked through the peephole. He turned back to look at Jeremy with a big grin on his face, which Jeremy felt was completely inappropriate for the situation.

“It’s your mother.” He whispered and stifled a laugh.

Jeremy’s reproachful glare was quickly replaced with a look of shock and panic. “My mother!” Max nodded and waited for him to tell him what he wanted him to do.

“I don’t want to get into this with her here, now. “Jeremy pleaded for advice. He just didn’t want to talk to his mother after having mind blowing sex with Max.

“You’re welcome to hide in my bathroom or maybe under the bed.” Max chuckled and tightened his robe.

Jeremy eyed him severely and gathered everything that was his, hid in the bathroom. He could hear them talking, but couldn’t make out what was being said. He planned to stay where he was until Max gave him the all clear.

“I’m sorry to disturb you so late, but I haven’t heard from Jeremy, and I’m beginning to worry.” Laura stepped into Max’s room, and he closed the door behind her. “I thought perhaps he was with you.”

Max shook his head. “He isn’t at home?”

“No, and he isn’t at the cabin either. He told me he was going to stay at the cabin on Crystal Lake until Saturday.” Laura was truly worried, and Max was beginning to feel guilty. “His father and I are heading to the cabin now to check on him, but I thought I would first see if he were here or if you’ve heard from him.”

“I heard from him.” Max volunteered at last.

“When?” Laura pounced.

“Not too long ago. He is probably on his way home.” Max soothed. “If I were you, I would go to his home and wait for him. It’s my guess that he will be there shortly.”

“Did you two work things out?” Laura asked now that her anxiety over Jeremy’s whereabouts was appeased.

“Not completely, but we’re getting there.” Max smiled broadly, and Laura reciprocated.

“I’m glad.” She said and left after apologizing again for bothering him.

“You can come out now,” Max called as he knocked on the bathroom door.

“I couldn’t hear much, but she sounded upset.” Jeremy exited the bathroom slowly.

“She was very upset because she couldn’t find you. She worries about you a lot, doesn’t she?” Max said as he drew Jeremy back into his arms for a brief but powerful kiss. 

“What did you tell her?” Jeremy asked. He turned his head to speak because Max was still holding him firmly to his chest. The feel of his body beneath that thin robe was fantastic. Jeremy figured he would never get enough of touching and tasting that amazing body.

“I told her that I spoke with you a while ago and that you would probably be home shortly.” Max pushed Jeremy’s hair back from his face and planted another kiss on his already swollen lips. “She and your father are going there to wait for you.”

“I should go.” Jeremy moaned under the light pressure of Max’s playful kisses. He managed somehow to gather his wits enough to pull away and attempt some distance in an attempt think more clearly.

Max studied Jeremy’s face and waited for him to say more, but he remained silent. “I have been with no one but you Jeremy. I don’t want to be with anyone but you. I will deal with Betsy. She won’t hurt you again.” He was serious.

Jeremy believed him. Max was true, and his words were honest. He’s known that, in his heart, for a long time, but today he accepted it.

“May I see you tomorrow?” Max asked.

“Yes. Please, I would like that very much.” Jeremy’s answer brought an instant smile to Max’s face coupled with mild relief.

Max dressed and walked Jeremy to his car in the lot next to the hotel. Before he said goodbye, he again told him how he felt, and Jeremy reciprocated the feeling with a kiss delivered on tip toes.

…

Jeremy saw his parent’s car in his driveway as he was arriving and started formulating some sort of excuse. It struck him then that perhaps he was too old to be governed by his parents. He was twenty-four, and his life was his own.

“You said you were staying at the cabin.” Laura began.

“I changed my mind.” Jeremy closed the door and sat down at the table with them. It was interrogation time. “I wanted to speak with Max.”

“I’m going outside and leave you two to discuss this,” Bill announced as he left the kitchen.

“This isn’t any of my business, and I know that, but I worry about you, Jeremy.” Laura looked more concerned than angry.

“I know Mom, and I appreciate that you care, but I can to handle this myself,” Jeremy stated.

“I understand, just call me next time and tell me where you are, okay.” Jeremy smiled at his mother’s backhanded attempt at cutting the apron strings.

“I will do that,” Jeremy assured.

After his parents had left, Jeremy decided to call it a day and try to get some sleep. He desperately wanted to rest and forget about Betsy Wallace and her accusations. He wondered how Max planned on dealing with her, but he was sure it wasn’t going to be pleasant. Max wasn’t someone you should ever get angry. His mind then went instantly to what happens when Max leaves?

Why did he have to be in love with the man? His nagging insecurities would not go away. It had nothing to do with Betsy Wallace and everything to do with the fact that Max would be going home to Chicago and where did that leave him? The thought pervaded his mind as he lay in his comfortable bed, surrounded by his now beautiful room.

He began to think about Max and their relationship. He had never deceived him. Although Jeremy had accused him repeatedly, Max had never lied. He always seemed to be working in Jeremy’s best interests. He had forced him to be stronger and more independent and less afraid. Max had actually been a good influence on him.

But was there really a future? Max Donovan would probably drop him so fast it would make his head spin once Max was back in Chicago with his own kind. Jeremy continued to argue with himself for most of the night with little resolution apart from the desire to cause Betsy Wallace great bodily harm.

Likewise, Max lay awake picturing Jeremy laying wanting on his bed. The sex was like something he had never experienced. It was passionate; it was fulfilling, and it was love. He wanted Jeremy every minute of every day he couldn’t get enough and wanted Jeremy to be sleeping beside him right now. They would get there. Max would make this work. Jeremy wanted him; he was sure of that, and he confessed that he loved him and had loved him for some time. He was shy and definitely inexperienced, but not afraid, and always ready to meet Max half way. These thoughts filled him with hope and excitement. Max felt that familiar stirring in his lower abdomen that has recently accompanied every thought of Jeremy.

Max considered the reason that Jeremy had come to his room, and his mood began to change. Betsy had filled Jeremy’s head with titillating fiction and put him at the center of it. Betsy’s been insinuating herself into his life to the degree that she monitors his visitors, violates his mail and has had the audacity to claim to be his lover.

The first name to jump to mind was Mr. Black. By the look on his face the day Max tried to fire Betsy, she must have something on him that would make him protect her even against his better judgment. That was how people like Betsy worked, find a crack and make it shatter.

Max knew that he needed to clear this all up quickly if he ever wanted to secure Jeremy’s trust. He had to show him the truth, but first, he had to discover it for himself. He decided a late night call was in order. Mr. Black was going to tell him what the hell was going on with Betsy Wallace and help him bring her down once and for all.

Once the reason for his call had been explained, a meeting had been set up for the next day. Max had enough, and this was ending now. Jeremy was one of the most important people in his life, and he would not allow anyone to hurt him again.

On the edge of sleep, he let his thoughts go back to Jeremy and the way he felt beneath him on this bed. The sensation of his bare skin against him was something that he now craved. If his mother hadn’t arrived, he would be there with him now, and he would have stayed, and they would have made love all night. He groaned in response to his own physical reaction to this thought. Max acknowledged that this was going to be a very long night.

“Jeremy, are you coming into work today?” Laura’s soothing voice pushed Jeremy to full awareness. “It’s really quite busy; I could use your help.” She added.

“Yes, of course, I will be right there.” Jeremy swung his legs over the edge of the bed and sat up. “I’m sorry, I slept in. I meant to be there at eight. What time is it?” His eyes were still blurry with sleep.

“Nine o’clock dear.”

“I’ll hurry,” Jeremy stated more clear-headed and a little guilty.

Jeremy hung up and dashed for the shower. The job at the Gift Shop was the only job he still had, and yet he couldn’t even manage to get out of bed to be to work on time. He felt he was the worst employee imaginable. If his parents didn’t own the shop, he was sure he would have been fired long ago.

Max arrived to work well ahead of time, although he was a little fatigued due to lack of sleep. He wanted to get started on resolving the problem at the bank. Max decided to start back with the package he had to have all the proof he could muster to nail Betsy to the wall. He would have the shipping company fax him a copy of the receipt, and he would then set about matching the handwriting. He could not wait for Monday to see if the driver remembered who he had spoken with; he needed to clear this up now. He needed to have Betsy Wallace dealt with. There was no telling what she might decide to do next.

…

“Mom, I was wondering what your thoughts were in regards to Betsy Wallace?” Jeremy tried to sound casual. Jeremy continued to unpack boxes and stock shelves as he waited impatiently for his mother to respond.

Laura paused in her dusting to consider the question thoroughly. “I really don’t know Betsy Wallace, personally.” She began, not sure what Jeremy was fishing for. “I’ve been on several boards and committees with her over the past years and, I all I can say is that, I have found her to be unrelentingly, and self-serving. Betsy takes care of herself first and foremost.”

Laura stepped closer to Jeremy and stayed his hand from depositing more stock on the shelf to secure his complete attention. “Why are you asking me about Betsy?” Laura seemed to sense the importance.

Jeremy studied his mother’s face for a few moments before answering. “Mrs. Wallace told me yesterday that she and Max are having an affair and warned me not to take any of his attention seriously.”

Laura looked as if someone had just thrown cold water in her face. Her shock was so obvious that Jeremy turned his face away towards the shelves. “Do you believe her?” Laura sounded incredulous.

“No, not really.” Jeremy turned back to face his mother, and his pain showed clearly.

“It’s no secret, that she has been after Max Donovan since the day he arrived in town, but he has not reciprocated,” Laura informed. “He has never, from what I have heard, shown the slightest interest in her in that way. She’s his employee and nothing more, and that must really burn. Betsy is used to getting anyone she goes after.”

Jeremy remembered his treatment of Betsy at the party that Friday night. He shut her up and sent her away with little delicacy. She also remembered the evil looks that he garnered from Betsy Wallace because of it.

“Then,” Laura continued, “Max meets you, and he is clearly interested. He defends you with Mr. Michaels and secures your designs for himself along with your contract. He foots the bill for all the repairs on your home. His attraction to you is obvious to anyone with eyes. Betsy doesn’t like to be outdone by anyone, especially a handsome and talented young man like you, Jeremy.” Laura hugged him and smiled, and Jeremy returned the gesture. “Her only satisfaction would be to break the two of you up and hopefully win Max for herself, which I don’t believe is possible even if you weren’t in the picture… the man is gay,” Jeremy smiled when his mother repeated Max’s words.

  “I don’t know Max as well as you do, Jeremy, but even I can see that he isn’t the type of man who would bed one person while relentlessly pursuing the affections of another,” Laura added.

Jeremy agreed with his mother on that point.                        

…

Word got around the bank very quickly that Mr. Donovan was gathering handwriting samples of each and every employee. Most did not have a clue as to why, but there were a couple who knew the reason. One thought it very funny and the other was guilt ridden. Max’s plan to trap Betsy Wallace was in action.

Max took Mrs. Wallace’s sample and immediately matched it against the signature on the copy of the receipt he’d been faxed. He was surprised when they did not look remotely similar. She hadn’t signed for the express box. But who else would be working with her?

Max was about to call the home office in Chicago and have some of his own men come and investigate this matter further when there came a knock at his door. Max hung up the telephone and said, “Come in.”

Mr. Black entered first and was followed closely by one of the tellers. Max recognized her as the same woman who had been with Mrs. Wallace in the hotel lobby waiting for him last week. Mr. Black introduced her as Mrs. Julia Martin, the head teller. Intrigued, Max asked them to sit down. 

Mr. Black relayed, over the next few minutes, a long and painful story of blackmail which illustrated clearly why he protected and endured the presence of Mrs. Betsy Wallace. It wasn’t merely a case of paying an old debt owed to her father.

Max listened closely and found that he admired the man for what he had been put through in his attempt to protect himself and Mrs. Martin. Mr. Black was the sort of man who could be pushed only so far before he would set the truth on the table and let the chips fall where they may. She pushed him too far, and the game was now over, regardless of the consequences.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you this sooner.” Mr. Black apologized. “It has been three years since she took those damn pictures of Julia and I and it has been hell, for both of us ever since. I won’t make excuses for our behavior, just let it be said that we were both in difficult times and our marriages were strained. For one evening we took comfort in each other. It was an evening that we both regret. No one would have known if we hadn’t hugged and kissed behind the hotel.” Mr. Black held Julia’s hand as he relayed the circumstances of their involvement.

“I am certain she followed us. The pictures are damning and would have ruined us both.” Julia added. They looked exceedingly uncomfortable while Max watched them closely and silently taking in and analyzing every word.

“I love my wife, and Julia loves her husband, we don’t want to jeopardize our families.” He continued. “If my wife or Julia’s husband saw those pictures, there would be no explaining; there would be no understanding, and therefore, we did as Betsy demanded.” Mr. Black let his eyes drop to the floor and waited for Max’s remarks.

“You signed for the package?” Max asked Mrs. Martin, who nodded that she had.

“Why did Mrs. Wallace want it? She didn’t take anything from the package.” Max kept his voice low. He understood the strength it took for the two of them to come to him and tell him the truth, and he respected them for it. He would also, he swore, put an end to Mrs. Wallace’s tyranny once and for all.

“She took the pin and wore it yesterday when she went to see Jeremy Ward at the Café.” Mrs. Martin told him. “She returned it later and put it back into the package in your office.”

“Jeremy told me he met with her yesterday. All she wanted was to show off the brooch and break his heart.” Max was angered at the thought. He knew the story, he heard it from Jeremy’s mouth, but having it confirmed made his blood boil. She knew Jeremy had designed that pin for him and he would naturally jump to the wrong conclusions upon seeing Mrs. Wallace wearing it.

“I am also the person who told Jeremy he needed to make an appointment when he tried to see you last Monday.” Mrs. Martin continued her admissions. “Betsy Wallace told me to stop Jeremy from seeing you or else. Jeremy is such a sweet man; I hated upsetting him. I am very sorry that I interfered.”

Max nodded and then stood up. Both Mr. Black and Mrs. Martin thought they were going to be dismissed, but instead, Max paced the room silently back and forth deep in thought. They stole a couple of glances at each other wondering what was to come, but said nothing and waited.

Max stopped pacing abruptly and sat down on the edge of his desk in front of them. “Thank you both for your honesty; I know it was difficult sharing this with me.” He spoke with sincere understanding. “I will take care of it.” His tone was so confident, and he looked so strong and secure that his declaration elicited an immediate smile from Julia Martin. Mr. Black nodded hopefully, but was less sure.

“Don’t worry,” Max continued thoughtfully. “Your secret is safe; no one will know. You have my word.” He had the whole story now, and he knew what needed to be done.

“Where is Mrs. Wallace?” He asked.

“She went to have lunch with her husband at the Riverview.” Mrs. Martin supplied.

“She takes an hour and a half for lunch.” Mr. Black added. “So she won’t be back for at least another forty-five minutes.”

“Perfect,” Max stated and smiled a dark and hateful smile. “I’ll handle this, don’t either of you let on that anything has changed, if you see her before I do.” Both of them nodded that they would play their parts.

…

Jeremy stocked shelves, waited on customers and cleaned for most of the morning. At around noon he waited and hoped that Max would call. He said last night that he would call, but as of yet, he had not heard from him. At half past one, Jeremy gave up hope of having lunch with him and ate the peanut butter sandwich that he’d brought from home.

…

Max summoned Mrs. Wallace to his office shortly after she arrived back from lunch. He’d had time after meeting with Mr. Black and Mrs. Martin to gather considerable evidence proving Mrs. Wallace’s participation in the mail tampering.

It seems that Mrs. Martin wasn’t the only one who saw her with the package and also saw her wearing the pin. There was also enough to charge her with fraud in regards to frightening Jeremy with a foreclosure and nearly forcing him out of his home. Max hoped to scare her into relinquishing the blackmail pictures.

Max knew he had enough to contact the Federal Authorities and bring charges against her. He really preferred not to bring the authorities into it, but the choice would be hers.

Betsy Wallace acted as if she had the world by the tail when she walked into Max’s office and sat down. She had no idea how far the worm had turned since she had left for lunch. Max sat behind his desk and simply stared at her. It was several moments before she began to feel uncomfortable in the silence.

“I was told to report to your office.” She stated ever so sweetly. “Is there a problem?” Her self-assuredness seemed to be wavering under the darkness of his regard.

Without a word and with his eyes still boring into her, Max took the opened package from the floor and set it on his desk. Betsy flinched but recovered quickly. “I understand you are quite familiar with this package, Mrs. Wallace.” His voice was pure ice.

She feigned her best look of shocked surprise.” I really don’t know what you mean.”

He then took the foreclosure sheet with Jeremy’s name at the top and set that next to the box. “Are you familiar with the charge of fraud Mrs. Wallace?”

Betsy finally looked scared. She shook her head in denial, but her words admitted her guilt. “You have no proof.” Her words were brittle.

Max smiled an evil smile. “Do you really believe that I’ve gotten where I am in the business world without having the ability to squash irritating little ants like yourself.” He took the box and the form and held them up to her. “There is enough evidence here and with the statements of witnesses to call the Federal Authorities.” At that moment, Mr. Black accompanied by Mrs. Martin entered from the hall and stood behind her.

Mrs. Wallace stood up abruptly, nearly knocking over her chair. “What are you going to do?” She was losing it. Her calm demeanor and calculated control fell away with a crash. She was caught, and she knew it.

Max came from around his desk to stand next to Mr. Black. “Give them the pictures, and all you will lose is your job. Refuse, and I will go after you with everything I have. You really don’t want to add blackmail to your list of crimes.”

She was shaking now with fear and rage, a deadly mixture for a woman like Betsy Wallace. She picked up her handbag and rummaged through it roughly for a few minutes before pulling out an envelope and handing it to Mr. Black. He said nothing as he took it and checked the pictures within. He then nodded to Max and placed the pictures in his Jacket.

“Do you have them saved anywhere?” Max asked, and she shook her head. “If you are lying and they see the light of day, I will destroy you.”

“I will dispose of these.” Mr. Black said to Mrs. Martin and her relief was immediately apparent.

“You have one hour to complete your departure from this bank.” Max was firm.

Betsy nodded nervously and stormed out of the room as the three watched her.

“Be careful of her.” Mr. Black warned. “I don’t think she is completely stable.”

“I will,” Max assured. “Would you oversee her departure?”

“Of course.” He and Mrs. Martin were at the door when he turned back to Max. “Thank you for taking care of this.” He patted the envelope in his pocket. “I appreciate your trust and your help.”

Max nodded, and they left the room closing the door behind them. Max went back to his desk and stowed the evidence in his cabinet. He made sure to lock it securely. He wasn’t sure if the battle was over yet.

…

Jeremy was a little hurt that Max had not called him. They had exchanged tender words of love and regard last night, but now, today it seemed almost unreal. He would tell Max exactly how he feels and tell him his concerns and see what he says. He had to get clarity, this moping and drudging around all day was too tiring. At four o’clock, his mother told him to go ahead and leave, and she would lock up.

“You look pitiful, and I’m afraid you may be depressing my customers.” Laura smiled and patted Jeremy’s shoulder. “Go home and call him.”

“Thanks, mom.” Jeremy drove by the bank just in case he might see Max. Instead, he saw Mrs. Wallace leaving the bank with a large box, and Mr. Black was right behind her with another box. It almost looked as if someone had lost their job and was having their office cleaned out. Jeremy shuddered, he knew for sure it had to be Mrs. Wallace. Max must have confronted her and sent her packing. Jeremy ducked his head as he drove by. He didn’t want Betsy Wallace to see him grin.

He checked his voicemail, but there were no calls. In order to try and clear his mind, Jeremy changed and went to his flower garden in the back to do some weeding and work off some frustration.

…

“She’s gone.” Mr. Black announced to Max. “Everything is signed, and everything belonging to her has been removed.” He was about to leave when a thought struck him. “Maybe you should give Jeremy a call.” Mr. Black sounded concerned.

Max looked up from his desk, and the meaning behind Mr. Black’s statement struck him squarely. “Do you think he’s in danger?”

“I think Betsy is unpredictable and I think she blames Jeremy for all of this.” With that, he left Max’s office.

Max immediately picked up the phone and called the Gift Shop. It was not yet five o’clock, so he should still be there.

“He went home at four,” Laura explained. “You should be able to reach him there.”

Max thanked her and dialed Jeremy’s home number. It rang and rang until the answering machine picked up. He left a brief message telling him to stay away from Mrs. Wallace until he had a chance to explain what had happened. As soon as he finished his call, he rushed out of the bank intent on reaching Jeremy before Mrs. Wallace could devise any more plans. The knot in his stomach told him to hurry.

Jeremy didn’t hear the car enter his drive or see the person emerge from the vehicle and come up behind him with a baseball bat and a gas can. Betsy Wallace charged at him and swung the bat, catching only his shoulder, thank God. Jeremy collapsed to the ground in pain. Startled and afraid, he rolled to his side and looked up into the crazed eyes of a deranged woman.

“Did you really think you could win? I own this fucking town! Max Donovan is mine. Do you hear me? His wealth and stature aren't suited for a stupid little piece of trash like you.” She spat on the ground.

She had truly lost it. She hovered over him and raised the bat for another strike, but Jeremy was able to roll and avoid contact. The bat hit the ground with a thump. Jeremy scrambled to his feet and tried to back away from her.

“Do you really think you can get away with this?” Jeremy yelled. “I told Max everything He knows who you are and what you are capable of.” Jeremy tried to be firm and in control, but his tone was more scared than severe.

“I will not be treated like this! I will not lose to you!” Betsy grabbed the gas can and turning away from Jeremy, ran towards the house. She proceeded to pour gasoline on his back porch and into his kitchen. With the light of one match, it was all aflame. Jeremy tried to stop her, but she stuck him again and sent him backward onto the ground.

Mrs. Wallace stood and watched for a while as the flames shot up and enveloped the back of the house. She smiled with satisfaction. “There, Jeremy Ward, enjoy your new home.” She jumped into her car and tore out of the drive just as Max was about to enter. He saw the smoke and recognized her car. He swerved and struck the driver’s side head on, bringing both cars to a dead stop. Once recovered, he jumped out of his car and dashed up the drive to witness Jeremy running into his house through the front door. Max ran for him, “Jeremy no!”

Jeremy needed to save his sketchbook. He had left it on the coffee table in the living room and was confident that he could grab it and get out before the flames grew too large. The fire was primarily at the back of the house; he thought he had time.

Max was horrified by what he was witnessing. He ran faster than he could ever remember and instead of opening the front door, he simply went through it. Smoke and flames were everywhere now. “Jeremy! Jeremy! Where are you?!” It was so hard to see, smoke and flames filled the area.

“I’m here, Max, I’m here.” Jeremy had fallen by the table, overcome by the smoke and was having difficulty seeing where he was going. He couldn’t find his way out.

Max quickly grabbed him up into his arms and carried him out of the house and away from danger. He laid him on the lawn a good distance from the burning structure and phoned the fire department for help.

“Why did you go in there? You could have been killed!” He was very angry. “If I hadn’t seen you, you would have died in there!” Max hugged him so tight that Jeremy could barely breathe, but he didn’t mind. Jeremy needed to feel Max as much as Max needed to feel him.

“I wanted to save my sketchbook.” His voice finally returned. “I couldn’t find it because the smoke was too thick.”

“Never risk your life like that again.” Mas was a little calmer, but still on edge.

“You risked your life for me,” Jeremy whispered.

“I don’t ever want to lose you, Jeremy. I can’t lose you.” He kissed him tenderly but thoroughly, awash with relief. The sounds of sirens permeated the air, and they broke the kiss but continued to hold one another in a near desperate embrace.

…

The house was able to be saved, although the kitchen and living room sustained substantial damage. Max stood with the firemen as they cleaned up and readied to leave. Most of his property was miraculously saved, along with his sketch book. Max opened the sketchbook and saw the drawing of himself that Jeremy had done that day in the jewelry store. Max came up behind Jeremy and held him close.

“I didn’t know you drew me,” Max said sweetly. He noticed the date on the bottom of the sketch and commented. “You drew this shortly after we had first met.” It made him smile, and he hugged Jeremy close.

“I couldn’t get you out of my head. You were always there.” Jeremy said, a blush creeping up his face.

“Now you know how I felt and still feel. You are all I have ever wanted.” Max leaned in close and Jeremy responded with a kiss.

…

Laura and Bill stood with their son and assured him all would be well.

“Things can be replaced; people cannot.” Laura hugged Jeremy and offered him their home.

“It’s a good thing that Betsy character is being dealt with. You have great aim, Max.” Bill added while surveying the damage to Max’s car.

“She’s going to prison for a very long time. I’ll make sure of that.” Max said severely.

“I can’t believe you ran into her. It’s so impulsive. Very unprofessional Mr. Donovan.” Jeremy teased.

“When it comes to you, there is no telling what I might do.” Max smiled.

“What are you going to do until the house is repaired?” Laura asked Jeremy.

“He’s coming with me.” Max approached the group and took Jeremy possessively by the hand. “There have been enough games and misunderstandings here to last me a lifetime. From now on only the whole truth and nothing less. Jeremy, I want you to know that our engagement is genuine and always has been. I planned on holding onto that engagement until I could convince you to marry me even if it took years. The ring I gave you was not borrowed from my father like I said, I had that ring specially made just for you, the man I want to spend the rest of my life with. Will you marry me, Jeremy?” Laura and Bill sensed their need for privacy and so backed away into the crowd of onlookers. They were very pleased for their son.

Jeremy searched Max’s face for anything false, and there was nothing there except love and determination. He could tell that he would not be allowed to say no, even if he had wanted to.

“Yes, I’ll marry you. It’s the least I can do considering you saved my life, in many ways.” He smiled with love and admiration.

“Good. You are going with me to Chicago. We will be leaving in the morning. I want you to meet my family.” He paused waiting for any objections.

“Okay.”

“Okay.” He repeated his statement. “Is that it? No questions, no analysis of my true intentions, just…okay?” He was smiling at him.

“I love you, Max. I want to meet your family, and I want to marry you.” Jeremy looked at him with true love and acceptance shining in his eyes. “You are all that I’ve ever wanted, and I’m sorry that it took me so long to see that.”

Max grabbed him and once again Jeremy found himself locked in his arms. “My love for you began the day that you rounded that corner and I knocked you down, and it has continued to grow every day. I love you Jeremy, and I will love you more tomorrow, and I will love you, even more, the day after that.”

They sealed the deal with a kiss.

Thank you for reading! I welcome all reviews and comments. –B.A. Stretke

About the Author

B.A. Stretke is a Gay Romance and fiction author who publishes through Dreamspinner Press, LLC, and Amazon.com

B.A Stretke began writing as a hobby. He read his first Jane Austen novel as a teen and was instantly hooked. The age-old dream of being a novelist took hold. Now long into adulthood, and a few years as an editor under his belt, B.A. is a full-time writer. B.A. spends his days reading, engaging in sarcasm, and plotting the next storyline, often leaving little headspace for much else. He loves hiking through the Northern Michigan woods he calls home, often finding inspiration for his books. Writing and finding that perfect cup of coffee occupy the rest of his time.

B.A. Stretke lives in Northern Michigan with one royally spoiled cat and his dear friends and family.

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Other Stories by B.A. Stretke:

Crimson Vampire Coven:

• Crimson Love
• Trusting Fate
• For Now and Forever
• My Vampire Lover
• The Vampire Code
• The Crimson Sorcerer
• The Crimson Omega
• The Crimson Alpha

Pack Rules – Rue Pack Wolves:

• Mine
• Alpha Mate
• The Enforcer’s Mate
• Forever Mine – The Beta’s Mate
• Lost and Found
• The Omega’s Mate
• The Doctor’s Mate
• Finding Home
• Owen’s Mate
• Saving Jeremiah
• Jackson’s Journey
• Jesse’s Love
• The Master’s Beloved
• The Vampire’s Chosen

The Wolves of Belle Fourche:

• The Wolves of Belle Fourche – The Alpha’s Claim
• Surprised by Forever
• Healing Scars

Lonepine Wolf Shifters:

• Lonepine Wolf Shifters
• Reluctant Mate
• Jamie’s Mate

Superiorland Wolf Pack:

• The Werewolf’s Mate

The Dark Side:

• The Dark Side - Vampire Romance

Other Stories:

• Bound By the Gods
• Signed and Sealed
• The Art of the Deal
• Save Me - A Supernatural Romance