A Peace Offering by R.L. Merrill

A Peace Offering by R.L. Merrill

Author:R.L. Merrill [Merrill, R.L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: gay romance
ISBN: 978-1-64405-773-5
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Published: 2019-09-19T07:00:00+00:00


Chapter Seven

November

Dover

HE’D LOOKED forward to the gig all week. Good times with his best friends making music, and perhaps a little one-on-one time with one confounding blond who had him tied up in knots. But then Landry decided to bring his entourage to the show, and they proceeded to stare at the two of them, giggling like it was a high school dance. Nope. Not what he had in mind.

He may have been short with Landry, but it was just as well. He had plenty of people around him. Why would Landry possibly be bothering with an ancient curmudgeon like Dover?

“Hey, give me a hand with this, would you?” Greg was attempting to load the drum kit carefully into his beat-up—he referred to it as vintage—minivan and the lift gate didn’t want to stay up. Dover held it while Greg hoisted his toms up. “Thanks, man. Let me grab Carl’s amp.”

Dover stood there holding the gate while Greg struggled with the heavy Marshall amp. He almost had it up when it started to slip from his hand. Dover reached for it, losing his grip on the lift gate, which came crashing down on both of them. He shouted for Greg to watch out and ducked to avoid getting brained with the damn thing. Greg reached for the lift gate and let go of the amp. Dover caught the amp a second before it hit the ground, and something in his right hip gave out. Stabbing pain shot through his lower back, and he crumpled to the ground, setting the amp down gently as he fell.

“Dude! Nice save.” Carl and Darwish came trotting over with their guitar cases.

“You all right?” Darwish asked.

Dover had to concentrate on not vomiting. He took breaths to steady himself, but when he tried to shift his weight in order to stand, the knife dug a little deeper, and he had to remain seated on the ground.

“Hey, are you hurt?”

He didn’t have the composure to answer.

“Shit,” Carl said. “This is bad.”



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