Cop Out by Kc Burn

Author:Kc Burn [Burn, KC]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Gay, Romance, Contemporary
ISBN: 9781613722138
Google: cIcbUbhGtBUC
Amazon: 1613722133
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Published: 2011-11-15T05:00:00+00:00

“I WAShoping you’d show up tonight.”

“Oh?” Kurt’s heart sped up as he unwound his scarf. He’d stayed away for thirteen days after Sandra’s emergency room visit, and hated himself for counting the damned days. When he couldn’t take it any longer—which was actually three days ago—he still needed an excuse, and there hadn’t been a televised hockey game at a reasonable hour until today.

Davy never had to know what he thought about in the middle of the night. Hell, Kurt tried not to think about it, ever. This was curiosity or a fucked-up, out-of-hand crush. It would go away. Eventually. And he wasn’t about to give up his friendship with Davy because his cock had suddenly become unpredictable in its preferences.

“Yeah, I bought stuff to make some of those burgers in the cookbook you got me.”

“Oh, cool.” He’d thought it was a dumb present, but they both liked burgers.

“Make yourself comfortable. I’ll just whip things together.” Kurt sauntered into the living room and turned on the TV. As he settled on the couch, a flash of color teased the corner of his eye. He pushed himself to his feet to inspect the mantel.

Heat crept into his cheeks, but that didn’t stop his smile. The picture frame he’d given Davy, with the photo of Davy’s birthday party, occupied a central position atop the mantel. Davy looked so damned happy.

And the photo wasn’t alone. Kurt inspected the others, placed without any appearance of symmetry. He didn’t recognize anyone except Davy and Sandra, but it was gratifying to see Davy resurrect some of his prized possessions. There was a picture of a tiny, red-faced baby, whom Kurt assumed was Davy’s new nephew, Oliver, but despite his previous experience with nieces and nephews, he never picked up the knack of distinguishing between babies. They all looked the same to him, and the photos Davy had already texted him didn’t help.

At least Sandra’s husband had finally returned. He’d gotten home six days after Halloween, delayed by several winter snowstorms, both here and across Europe. Even with the help of Sandra’s friends, Davy had been run ragged trying to help out with the newborn.

He’d been hard-pressed to join in Davy’s exhausted joy, although it made it easier to avoid seeing Davy. What he should have done was ask his sisters, mom, and sister-in-law to help out. They’d have done it, simply because Kurt asked, but every time he pulled out his phone, shame and guilt warred with fear that his family would figure out he cared more for Davy than he should.

Turning around, he surveyed the room. Davy’s patchwork quilt, one his mother made, was draped across the back of the sofa. Which also sported plump, fuzzy red pillows he’d never seen before. The bookcase now had several books, instead of catalog-style knickknacks. From the well-worn spines, it was obvious Davy loved to read. Kurt didn’t remember Ben ever talking about books.

He strode over to the shelf to peruse the titles. Some were cookbooks, and there was a distinct gap, in the middle, about the width of the burger book he’d given Davy.

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