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"That's good to know. Brad cleared his throat and glanced at Patrick.  So, which one is your
friend, Jack or Julian?"
"Julian. We used to date. Patrick grinned as Brad's eyebrows nearly merged with his hairline.  I'm
sorry. Have I made you uncomfortable?"
"No!"
Brad seemed to realize that his last comment had been rather loud, and blushed a charming shade
of red. Patrick was itching to reach over and touch him.
"Sorry, that came out much louder than intended."
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"I don't mind. I like vocal people. Patrick shifted so he could look at Brad. It made his bad
shoulder press against the window slightly, but it was worth it for the chance to watch the other
man.  So, what were you doing today that ended with you riding to my rescue?"
"I was visiting my grandmother. The flush crept back into Brad's cheeks.
"That must have made her happy. Patrick could tell that Brad was embarrassed, but he thought it
was sweet that he had been visiting his grandmother.  I loved my grandmother. After she died, I
got her name tattooed on my left forearm."
"Really?"
"She was the only member of my family who didn't disown me when I told them I was gay. When
she found out what my father did to me, she told me that he was an ass and I would always be her
little boy and that she would love me forever, Patrick replied. He could feel tears misting in his
eyes. He really missed his grandmother. He could also see that Brad had started to relax while he
was telling his story. Patrick got the feeling that not many people were supportive of his visits to his
grandmother.
"What did your father do to you?"
"He beat the shit out of me when I told him I was gay and then threw me through a window. It
took twenty-seven stitches to close up my side."
"I bet that left a scar."
"Yeah do you want to see it? Patrick grinned as Brad blushed again. Patrick liked the reactions
that he was getting from the other man, but he had the feeling that Brad didn't have much
experience with men. Not wanting to push too hard and scare him off, Patrick decided that a
change of subject was needed.  So, Brad, what do you do?"
"I tend bar atBrenda's ."
"Sounds exciting."
"Not as exciting as being a cop."
"Hey, I've seen a lot of bar fights. Hell, I've even started a few. Patrick ran a finger along Brad's
arm.  Nothing like a good fight to get the blood pumping."
Brad cleared his throat nervously as his arm trembled under Patrick's touch.  Where did you need
to go?"
"Well, I've got to go and see Julian, but first I need flowers."
"Flowers?"
"I was a prick. I need to apologize, and for that I need flowers. Plus, I'm going to get some flowers
and chocolates for Roz as a type of preemptive apology, since I'm pretty sure I'm going to be a
horrible physical therapy patient."
"Flowers it is, Brad responded. He drove just a bit farther, then pulled into a small parking lot.
Putting the car in park, he turned to face Patrick.  This is it."
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"Thanks for the ride. Patrick ran his hand through his hair. Looking into Brad's blue eyes, he had
to force back an unexpected case of nerves.  Can I ask you something?"
"Sure."
"Would you like to have dinner with me?"
Brad's mouth opened and closed in surprise.  You mean, like a date?"
"Yes."
"Um, I'd really like that. A blush was covering Brad's face.  But I work most nights at the bar."
"Lunch, then?"
"I could do lunch."
"Great. Patrick smiled brightly.  I'm staying with Julian and Jack; do you have their number or do
you want my cell?"
"Um "
"I'll just give you my cell. Patrick reached into his pocket for a piece of paper and pulled out one
of the business cards that he gave witnesses. He hadn't remembered putting it there. The card had
his cell number on it.  Here you go. Call me when you figure out what day is good for you."
"I will."
As he pulled his hand away, Patrick let his fingers trail over Brad's hand. He gave the other man a
soft smile and turned to let himself out of the car. Patrick got as far as putting his hand on the door.
Ah, screw it.
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