The Nerd and the Prince by B.G. Thomas

Author:B.G. Thomas [Thomas, B.G.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: gay romance
ISBN: 978-1-64080-531-6
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Published: 2018-09-18T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

THE sun rose on another glorious Midwestern day. Jason chose the small section of porch at the back of his house to have coffee with his sister. Not that he didn’t like his front porch. But the house sat on Main Street and didn’t allow for much privacy. Privacy was what he wanted this morning.

Besides, it allowed him to look at the warm dun-colored house where Adam was probably still asleep. Maybe he would step out onto his back patio—his piazza. Wouldn’t that be nice?

“This is so mysterious,” Daphne said. “Like something out of one of your books.” Then she continued in her best 1960s television narrator voice, “Jason Brewster was a gay man living in the tiny town of Buckman, where nothing ever happened. That was until the mysterious stranger moved into the small house behind his. A house that had stood empty for years….”

Jason rolled his eyes.

“Okay! So I’m not the writer in the family. But still, you have to admit, it is mysterious.”

“Thesaurus your ‘mysterious,’ Daphne.”

She rolled her eyes. “Such a nerd.”

Jason took a drink of his coffee and looked out over his iris plants to the tiny house behind. Come on, Adam. You can do it. Step outside. I want to see you.

“I mean, maybe he’s a spy,” she said, eyes bright.

“A spy.” He said it flatly. He didn’t even question mark it. The suggestion was that silly.

“Well,” she replied, “where do guys like James Bond go when they’re not on a mission or fooling around with Pussy Galore or Holly Goodhead? Maybe he goes to little British villages like Dibley or Pagford, where nobody knows him….”

“Or Midwich?” he offered, not looking her way. Come on out, he beamed at the little house. And I’ll give you some real coffee.

“Huh?” she asked. “Mid… which?”

“Never mind,” he said. He leaned back in his bright aqua directors-style chair and picked up his coffee.

Daphne shrugged. “I just think there are all kinds of cool possibilities.”

“Hmm…” was all he said.

It only seemed to spur her on. “Maybe he’s a defrocked priest. Maybe he did something sexual, and the Vatican sent him as far away as possible so that no one—”

Jason sat up. “You’re not suggesting…?”

“No!” She held up a hand. “No, no, no.” She grimaced. “No, I was thinking the whole gay thing could be it. Like maybe he had a mad affair with a bishop or a cardinal or something. I don’t know. Maybe he was the bishop or whatever!”

“He didn’t really strike me as the religious sort.”

“I guess he wouldn’t with his whole ‘I want to do you, but let’s date first.’”

“Is there anything wrong with that?” Jason snapped. It was nice to see someone might want to get to know him before sex. Wasn’t that why he’d run out on the last couple of chances? All they’d wanted to do was hop in the hay.

“Not at all,” she said, reaching out and touching his hand. “Tom and I haven’t gone all the way yet.”

He raised his eyebrows.

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