Page 27 of Silver Fox in Cedarwood

He kissed him a third time. But instead of just light touches, he nibbled on Len’s bottom lip, and when Len opened to him, he sucked on Len’s tongue. He slid his hands over Len’s ass. Damn, he needed more. He ground on the bulge in Len’s jeans. A rumble vibrated in his throat.

Cissy barked and Stan pawed at Isaac’s leg. Len tensed as Isaac broke the kiss.

“What’s wrong?” Isaac asked. “Is she okay?” He turned his attention to Stan. “What’s wrong, guy?”

Len shook his head and let go. “Someone is knocking on my door. I’m not expecting anyone.” He strode across the room to the front door. “God. No wonder she’s having a fit.”

“What?” He joined Len at the door and spotted the man on the porch. “Who’s that?” Not his business, but he wanted to know.

“That is my neighbor, Brandon.” Len paused. “I’m sorry. Let me get rid of him and we can finish making supper.”

Cissy growled again and Stan joined in on the noise.

“Is she okay?” Isaac knelt to pet both dogs. “It’s okay, sweetheart. Stan, it’s fine. Hush. No one will hurt you.”

“She doesn’t like Brandon. I don’t know what it is about him, but she’s not a fan.” Len blew out a long breath, then answered the door. “Brandon.”

“Hi, baby. We’re late for coffee.” Brandon pulled on the screen door handle. “Don’t you remember? It’s our weekly coffee date.”

Weekly, eh?Isaac stayed out of sight for a moment and reassured the dogs. Brandon’s pushiness bothered him.

“We had coffee once,” Len said. “And I didn’t plan on making a recurring event.”

“You said to stop over any time,” Brandon said. “I’m stopping over.”

Isaac stood and inched over to Len. “Honey, we should check on the roast. It’ll burn if we’re not careful.” He wasn’t good at lying and had no idea beyond pineapple as to what Len had made for dinner.

“Yes.” Len rubbed his forehead. “I need to take it out. Shit. I’ll be right back. I need to change the temperature.” He left Isaac at the door.

Brandon stared at him. “I know you.”

“Do you?” He didn’t recognize him.

“You’re a doctor, aren’t you?” Brandon narrowed his eyes. “You clubbed, too…with that guy.”

“I’ve clubbed many a time with a few people. So?” Why was his private life any of this guy’s business? “You’re upsetting my dog.”

“I danced with you at Club 51,” Brandon said. “Got all hot and sweaty together.”

He didn’t remember dancing with this man and he rarely visited Club 51. “You’ve got me confused with someone else.”

“No, I don’t, Isaac McLean.”

He paused. The guy knew his name. Big deal. His name had been splashed all over the television and the newspaper when he’d moved to Cedarwood and joined the practice. Anyone could see his name and know it.

“You told me we’d be good together. We’d have a great time,” Brandon said. “But you’re up Dorian’s ass.”

“He’s my best friend.”

“Does Len know? You won’t ever settle down. You’ll go back to Dorian.” Brandon shook his head. “You’ll screw Len over.”

“I’m done talking to you.”

“I’ve heard the rumors. You’ll fuck anything that walks and want to try all the flavors before you slow down. Well, guess what, I see through your bullshit. You want Len because he’s a former lawyer and has money. He’s older and you want his money when he dies. I’ve seen your kind before,” Brandon growled. “Just don’t.”

“Damn. You think you know me.” He snorted. “You’re clueless.”

“Don’t hurt him. He’s a good man,” Brandon said. “Don’t hurt him the way you did me.”

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