Hearts and Flour by Lain Tara

Author:Lain, Tara [Lain, Tara]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: M/M Romance
ISBN: 9781939194602
Publisher: Etopia Press
Published: 2013-01-29T16:00:00+00:00

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Ouch. Quentin hobbled into his living room. That theory about the shoes lasted halfway across Micah’s lawn when Quentin stepped on a rock and used many words inappropriate for a lady.

He threw the shoes into the hall closet and hurried to the bedroom. Mary Beth would be worried.

He stopped. Tears trickled out of both eyes and ran down his face like some damned leaky faucet over which he had no control. Micah. Why had he let himself get involved with the man? But Micah had seemed so sincere. So sweet.

Oh face it, Queen, you thought with your cock. You didn’t really know the man. One date and a couple great fucks do not a relationship make.

He flipped on the shower, ripped off his clothes, and tossed them in the back hamper. Maybe he should burn them. He stepped under the water and let it pour out on the top of his head. Could you drown in the shower? Somebody should have drowned him at birth.

He soaped, scrubbed his face, rinsed, and jumped out. Don’t think. Mary Beth is waiting. He passed some cotton soaked in nail polish remover over his manicure, then threw on some sweats and a T-shirt—more casual than his usual attire but all he could manage right now. Some flip-flops and his back-door jacket and he padded across the connecting lawn to Mary Beth’s place. Deep breath time. Do not worry her or let her know you’re upset.

He fixed a smile and opened the back door with his key. “Halllooo the house.”

The voice came from the living room as he expected. “In here, dear.”

Still plastering a smile, he walked into the living room. OK, this wasn’t what he expected. Mary Beth had somehow pushed back the coffee table and had a yoga mat spread in front of her couch. A talk show chattered on the TV while Mary Beth lay on her stomach and raised her upper body into a cobra on the mat. Not half bad either. That eighty-three year old back did some good bending. “Quite impressive.”

“Thank you, sir. The postures really help me relax and get rid of my infernal back pain.” She lowered herself until her forehead touched the mat. Her voice came out muffled. “Be right with you.” She took a deep breath then pushed up to a kneeling position. “So, how was your get together?”

Smile dammit. “Oh, fine. So you’re really getting benefit from your classes?”

“Yes, even though that teacher is a piece of work, he does know his postures.”

Of course that made him think of Dharmaram, which made him think of Micah, which made him want to bawl. “Good, that’s really good.”

“So where did you go?” She sat with one leg out and dropped her head toward her knee.

Shoot. So he had to talk about it. “To a place called Dizzy’s. They have a nice bar.”

She held her pose. “Yes, I’ve heard of it. George says he likes that place.”

“George?”

“My friend from yoga class.” With a big exhale, she sat back up.

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