Page 7 of Silver Fox in Cedarwood

“Good. I need to get in one more mile.” Brandon stretched and twisted in front of Len.

“Better get it done.” He smiled. “Good luck.”

“I’m due for a break.” Brandon rolled his shoulders. Sweat trickled down his neck. “Are you done moving?”

“For now.” He’d make changes. He always did. Ross would’ve thrown a fit and claimed Len was never happy.So I’m picky. So what?

“You should come with me for a run.” Brandon opened the top on the little water pack he’d wrapped around his hand. He drank a bit and smacked his lips. “Do you run?”

“I do.” He needed to get back into it, but he’d rather have a different partner.

“Why don’t you join me?” Brandon asked. “I’d love a new running partner.”

“I’m more of a lone wolf.” He stood on the porch. Cissy came to the door and barked. “I should go. Cissy wants out and she’s still not sure about you. Better get that last mile in.” He waved. “Besides, she wants to go for a walk and I need to clean up the porch first.”

“She can come along.” Brandon downed more water. “Did you enjoy the mixer? Our date last night? I had a great time.”

“It was nice.” How else could he say he wasn’t interested, and be delicate about it?

“Are you planning on going to any of those clubs?” Brandon asked. “Want a tagalong?”

“I’m still settling in.” He wasn’t interested in clubbing.

“Ah, well, when you do, I should warn you. There were things I didn’t mention last night.”

“We talked about a lot.” Well, Brandon had talked and Len had done a lot of listening.

“Well, first thing…I’m debating starting a dating group for the LGBTQ community. There is an LGBTQ support group. Why can’t there be one devoted to dating? I think it would be nice to know who’s looking for a partner and who wants to play,” Brandon said.

Len wasn’t a fan of the idea, but some might get positive aspects out of it. “If it makes you happy.”

“It does,” Brandon said. “There are so many pitfalls to dating. That’s the other thing. There are some great people in Cedarwood, but there are also some real duds.”

“Duds?”Weren’t those kinds everywhere?

“Yeah. One of the duds is Sidney Taylor. He’s a nice guy, but he’s not interested in settling down. He’s been engaged four times to three different guys,” Brandon said.

“I see.” He had no idea who Sidney was, but he let Brandon continue talking. The more he thought about it, the name did sound familiar, but he wasn’t sure where he remembered it from.

“Then there’s Patrick Smoot. Sweet man, but the tattoos. He’s inked all over. He’s so handsome, but the art is everywhere and he’s pierced. Why do people do that to themselves? Why ruin your body?” Brandon flicked his empty hand. “I don’t understand it.”

“My son-in-law is tatted and it looks distinguished on him,” Len said. “But to each their own.” He wasn’t a fan of ink, but that was his preference. On someone else, tatts looked nice.

“Uh-huh.” Brandon narrowed his eyes. “You said your son is a doctor? Yes?”

“Dr. Connor.”So?

“Does he know Dr. Isaac McLean? He’s the new doctor at Cedarwood Family Practice. Just got his name on the sign. I heard he’s taking patients,” Brandon said. “He’s out and handsome, but aloof. He’s been in town for three or four months, but doesn’t date anyone. He’s always got that guy with him.”

“I know Dr. McLean. He’s a nice man and a good doctor,” Len said. “He helped when I had my stroke.”

“A stroke?” Brandon’s eyes widened. “No way. I can’t tell you’ve had problems.”

He hadn’t had many, but when he opened his mouth to correct him, Brandon continued talking.

“Well, Isaac has been seeing that man, Dorian, who is involved with a guy named Aziz. Any man who has to date guys who are already in a relationship is bad news. He’s not worth my time,” Brandon said.

Ah, so he must’ve rejected Brandon or ignored him.“You know, it could be a threesome.” He doubted that very much, but he liked confounding Brandon.

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