Healing Doctor Ryan by Carol Lynne

Author:Carol Lynne [Lynne, Carol]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: m/m
ISBN: 9781907280061
Publisher: Total-E-Bound
Published: 2009-09-09T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Five

Dumping the blanket, bottle and all, on the floor, Bran led Ian into the kitchen. “So, did you say you knew how to make the real stuff or am I going to have to get out the little packets?”Ian grinned, “I guess that depends on whether you have the supplies needed for the real thing.”

Rubbing his bristly chin, Bran thought about the ingredients. He hadn’t done much shopping for this surprise vacation, but he did have milk. Opening the fridge, he set the milk on the counter and started digging in the pantry. The only chocolate he could find were the little packets of instant cocoa. Bran looked over at Ian. “Well, it looks like instant.”

Ian jumped off the counter where he’d taken up residence while Bran searched the kitchen. “We can make the instant kind with milk instead of water. That’ll make it almost as good as the real thing.” Ian took a pan from the rack above the centre island and poured milk into it. Setting it on the stove, he cleared his throat. “So-um, do you have family around here?”

Bran was in the process of setting mugs on the counter when he froze. Family? Bran didn’t even know what it felt like to have family. “No, I was raised in foster care.”

When Ian didn’t say anything, Bran went on, not wanting to make a big deal about it. “I was taken away from my mother when I was six. She had a few drug related issues. After that I was bounced from home to home until I turned eighteen.”

Ian continued to stir the milk for several minutes, both of them lost in thought. Ian poured the hot milk into the cups. “I’m an orphan now, too.”

“I’m not an orphan. At least I don’t think I am. Just a kid no-one wanted for the long haul.” Ignoring the pity in Ian’s eyes, Bran opened the packages and poured the powdered chocolate into the mugs.

“Was there ever anyone who loved you like a son?” Ian inquired, putting his hand on Bran’s back.

Bran didn’t pull away from Ian’s touch, but he didn’t acknowledge it either. “Once. When I was around nine. I’d been with an older husband and wife for about two years. They started the adoption process, but then the husband got sick, cancer. Mrs. Tisdale didn’t think she could take care of her husband and raise a young boy, so I was sent to another foster home, adoption forgotten.”

The memories of being sent away from the Tisdale’s were still painful. It may have been over twenty-eight years ago, but it still hurt like it was yesterday. Giving himself a shake, Bran picked up a mug and handed it to Ian. “This is depressing, let’s go sit in front of a fire and talk about something else.”

It took a few seconds for Ian to follow, but eventually he was settled in a corner of the black leather sofa as Bran built a fire. “So how long have you had this place?” Ian asked.

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