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“See you and thanks.” He left without looking back or hunting for Brandon. He’d rather not have contact with him again. Bone-deep weariness had set in and Cissy probably wanted to go out.

Len walked back to his condo. He’d said he didn’t mind being alone—save for the dog—but it wasn’t the truth. He missed having a boyfriend. The nights were still chilly, despite the change in the spring air, and he hated having an empty bed.

One day, he’d find Mr. Right. Hopefully, Mr. Right would turn into Mr. Forever.

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The next morning, Len willed the dull ache behind his eyes to go away. The movers had arrived and he directed traffic. He’d planned out every aspect of where he wanted things, yet he wasn’t happy. Once the truck had been emptied, he headed out to the front lawn for a breath of fresh air and to clear his mind. He’d have to buy a few things to round out the design he’d prepared for the condo, but he’d ask Aiden to help choose the new end tables.

“Having a garage sale? Those are only on Thursdays, Fridays and Saturdays during the months of May through August.” Brandon strode up to him. “You should really read the by-laws.”

“I’m sorry?” Len massaged his temples. “I’m moving.”

“How silly of me. Of course you are.” Brandon folded his arms. “So, Cedarwood and the Majestic Complex are gay-friendly. Sometimes it doesn’t seem like it, but they are. If you want to straight troll, go to Club 51. It just opened three months ago, but it’s good for picking up dates. The cowboy club—I forget the name—is good if you have a cowboy fetish. The Steakery has the best beefy guys, but it’s five miles out of town. I prefer Purple. The club scene there is the best.”

Len let Brandon chatter on while he pointed to the chart and directed the movers. He didn’t need advice on where to troll.Jesus.He didn’t want to hunt for a date. Not today or in the near future. Besides, he knew Cedarwood. He wasn’t versed in the club scene, but it didn’t matter.

“Where do you go to get guys?” Brandon asked.

So high school.“I’m still getting adjusted after the move, but I know Cedarwood. My son lives here and I used to years ago. My son is a doctor at the hospital and his husband owns a body shop.”

“Body shop?” Brandon’s eyes lit up. “Is that a new club?”

“No, he works on cars.”

“Oh.” This time, Brandon frowned.

“Thanks, though.” He should concentrate on helping the movers.

“Want to get together? Wine? My place?” Brandon asked.

This guy wasn’t letting up. “How about coffee some time? Not soon. I’m still getting the condo together, but I hear the Brew is good.” It was a nice, safe public place, too.

“How about eight tonight? I’ll see you then.” Brandon, seemingly placated, strolled away without giving Len a chance to argue.

Len gritted his teeth.What a strange guy.He craved attention and seemed nice enough, but was a tad too needy for Len’s taste. Brandon probably wouldn’t get along with Aiden and Matt, either.

Oh well. He had a job to do—arranging his home.

Len spent the next six hours moving his things and unpacking.

“It’s starting to shape up, Ciss.” He petted the dog. “I miss our old condo, but I see potential here.”

She barked, then climbed onto the bed. Len sighed. He loved the dog, but he missed having someone to hold him. Someone to listen when he wanted to talk. The dog was good company, but he needed a man.

“I need to run to the store or we won’t have dinner. Hold down the fort?” He petted Cissy. “I’ll be right back.”

Len locked up, then drove to the supermarket. As he walked through the aisles, he picked up items he and Cissy would need for the week. He turned down the spice aisle and stopped short. The man at the other end sure looked like his doctor and crush.Isaac? No.Isaac McLean couldn’t be there. He’d moved practices, but Len wasn’t sure where to. He busied himself with choosing a brand of cinnamon, but watched the man. If he wasn’t Isaac, then he sure looked like the family doctor.

Len ignored the pull toward him and forced himself to the register. Part of him wondered if Isaac would ever look at him as anything besides a patient and the friend of his son.

He headed out to the car and tried to clear his head. Maybe he needed sex. Maybe he needed a date. What did he know? If he got laid, he’d forget his crush on Dr. Isaac McLean.

Maybe.

Chapter Two

Isaac stood at the end of the aisle and watched Len leave the store. He should’ve spoken to him, but damn, he couldn’t shake his case of the nerves. He knew Len. He’d seen the man naked and taken care of him for the last five years. But when he needed to be strong, he hesitated.Damn it.

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