sparks by Tory Temple

Author:Tory Temple [Temple, Tory]
Language: nld
Format: epub, pdf
Tags: erotic MM, Romance MM
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Four

“Later” was pushed to the side and nearly forgotten

for a long time. Getting Chris home and healed was

Morgan’s only priority in the weeks following the

incident.

Morgan refused to think of it as an “accident”.

“Incident” was more appropriate, he felt. He’d known

enough firemen to realize there were no accidents. Just

carelessness.

A one-night stay in the hospital was one night too

long, but it was better than two nights. Morgan brought

Chris home the afternoon of the day following the

incident and helped him hobble to the couch.

“Bed?” Chris asked hopefully, but Morgan glanced at

the stairs and then back at Chris with a raised eyebrow.

“You’re the fireman, not me. I can’t carry you up

there.”

“You used to be a fireman,” Chris reminded him with

a grumble.

“Luckily, not anymore.”

The phone calls began that evening. Chris’ cell phone

rang almost non-stop for at least two hours, and Morgan

listened to him tell the story four different times. Chris

placed no blame on anyone, much like Rich had done,

and Morgan had to grudgingly admire Chris’ impartial

retelling of the incident.

John and Maribel Matthews made their expected

appearance the following day. Morgan and John left

Maribel in the living room to fuss over her only son,

despite Chris shooting murderous glares in Morgan’s

direction. Morgan winked and slipped out the back door

to sit on the small patio with Christopher’s father.

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Their discussion was centered on inconsequential

things for the first while. The unusually mild winter, the

dismal showing by the San Diego Chargers that year,

and whether or not John should take his wife on the

cruise she’d been hinting at. Morgan enjoyed the

opportunity to talk about something other than what had

happened to Chris.

Finally, Chris’ father took a swallow of his beer and

said, “Well.”

Morgan steeled himself for what was to come.

“Yeah.”

“Chris tells me you’re gunning for someone to pay.”

“I’m not gunning for someone. That makes it sound

like I’ve joined the mob.” Morgan sipped from a glass

of the single-malt scotch John had brought him. “I just

want the right person to be held responsible.”

John nodded and didn’t say anything for a while.

Morgan sat in companionable silence with him and

enjoyed the quiet.

“Maybe no one is responsible,” John spoke up. “A

true accident. They do happen, you know.”

Morgan looked over at his lover’s father in the fading

light. “And that’s okay with you?” he asked John. “You

love him, too. He was hurt because of someone else’s

lack of attention. I just want someone to pay for that.

Because then maybe it won’t happen again to someone

else.”

The only thing to be heard for a few minutes was the

sound of tearing paper as John played with the label on

his bottle. Then he spoke slowly, as if he was choosing

words one by one.

“My son’s life was threatened. This was upsetting for

Maribel and myself, as you can imagine. It was

upsetting for you, too. Anyone with eyes can see that.”

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Morgan made a sound of agreement and waited. John

Matthews didn’t talk a lot, but what he did say was

usually worth listening to.

“But we -- meaning Maribel and myself, because I

feel she would agree with me -- don’t wish for anyone to

‘pay’ for what happened to Christopher. That would be

spreading blame around where maybe it doesn’t

rightfully belong.

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