The Revelations of Jude Connor by Robin Reardon

Author:Robin Reardon [Reardon, Robin]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: erotic MM, Romance MM
Publisher: Kensington Publishing Corp.
Published: 2013-03-21T23:00:00+00:00

True to his word, the policeman did call my house. Lorne and Clara were upstairs, and as quietly as possible I was washing my face in the bathroom when I heard first the phone, and then Lorne landing on the floor in his bedroom. He staggered into the hall, paused for a second as I opened the bathroom door, and then thundered downstairs with me at his heels.

“Hello? . . . Yes, this is Mr. Connor . . . Yes, I knew he was . . . Is there a problem?” He wheeled around and saw me standing there. I shook my head; no problem. “Yes, he’s right here, safe and sound . . . No, I assure you, it was really a Church mission . . . WHAT? No! Of course not . . . Yes, I understand. Good night, officer.”

Lorne ran a hand through his tousled hair. “Are you all right?”

“Yes. We were in this bar, talking to this . . . person about the Bible, and two cops came in. They took me and Reverend King outside and told us to go home. They said they’d call here, so I figured I’d better come home after all, in case they really did.”

Lorne gazed sleepily at me a moment. “They had some idea that Reverend King was doing something with you that he shouldn’t.”

I blinked. Then I shook my head again. “We just drove down there, went in, had a soda, talked to the guy, and left when the cops said to.”

Hand back in his hair, Lorne said, “Yes. Yes, of course. But I think there won’t be any more of this particular kind of mission for you. You’re going to bed now?”

I nodded, to both the question and to the statement, and then followed Lorne back upstairs. But I lay awake for a long time, going over in my mind the things the man in the red shirt had said. Eventually, sleepless, I turned on a light and got out my Bible, which still had that pamphlet from a year ago tucked into it. I looked up all the verses, only this time I read a lot of the stuff around them. The more I read, the more convinced I was that it wasn’t just the red shirt guy who was pulling things out to suit him. It was anybody who pulled things from the Bible out of context. Including Reverend King.

So Clara had been right in one way; this mission had made me feel really weird and had stirred me up in ways she probably wouldn’t have wanted me stirred up. But in another way, although I had in fact had my nose rubbed in something, I believed it was good that it had happened. Because if I was right that everyone used the Bible to their own ends, which ends were better? That noisy, unsettling bar where the owner was nervous about the police? Or eternal salvation, all the love God could offer, and being with my mother again? Reverend King’s ends had to be better.

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