Page 19 of Will & Patrick's Endless Honeymoon
Kevin barks a soft laugh. “Oh. Well, thanks. I needed a break too.”
Patrick shares a smile with the man who once tried to convince Will not to stay married to him and who’d been completely snowed by Ryan Whitehead for years. Time mends all wounds, apparently.
“What’s the diagnosis, doc?” Kevin asks.
“Mild concussion. I’m going to keep you here overnight for observation. There’s no evidence of anything to worry about, but I want to be safe.” Or risk Will’s wrath if something happens to his uncle.
Kevin’s eyes go thoughtful. “Will the nurse who was in earlier be here tonight?”
Patrick lifts a brow, smirking. “No, Varun’s left for the day, but the night nurses aren’t absolute idiots, so I think you’ll be fine.”
“Thanks. I wish I remembered what happened. And I hope Sunburst moseyed on home. There’s no one I really trust to bring him back in.”
“He’s a horse on a horse farm. He’ll be fine.”
Kevin nods. “So, about that nurse…”
“Yes, he’s gay and available.”
Kevin’s face floods red. “I…didn’t…he…”
“He’s pretty. I understand.”
“He’s not…” Kevin grows even redder. “I’m not interested in him like that. I just wanted to say that you seem overly familiar with him, and vice versa. Frankly, I want to believe there’s nothing happening there, but I can’t say it didn’t cross my mind.”
Patrick guffaws. “Puh-lease. He’s got gorgeous eyes, but he’s not Will.”
“And he’s not Roy,” Kevin says, his lips tilting up and his gray-green eyes shading sad.
Patrick nods. “Understood.”
“Yes, well. Good. I just needed to be sure. Will’s been through enough in his life.”
Patrick barely keeps back a snarling comment about how a lot of that suffering was because Kevin and Kimberly didn’t see Ryan for the abusive jerk he really was, but he keeps it in and gives himself a thousand bonus points. He must have leveled up in the social skills department, because a year ago, he’d have let it rip.
“Speaking of Will,” he says, backing away from Kevin’s hospital bed. “I need to get home. You rest up. Do what the nurses say and you can most likely get back to the farm tomorrow morning.”
Kevin leans back, the blue gown making his eyes look slate-gray. “Thanks for your help today. I know it made Kimberly feel better that you were the one treating me.”
“Anything for a Patterson.” Patrick throws open the door, heading out into the quiet hallway. It’s early evening, and he’s done all the damage he can do at the hospital. He’s ready for home and Will.
