The Magic in Your Touch (20 page)

Calder flushed and started to stammer, but Seth cut him off. “It’s okay, Dad. There’s no need to make excuses. Phillip and I have talked through all of it, and we’ve decided it doesn’t matter. I love him enough to forgive him. And how can I be mad at you for your interference when your meddling brought us together in the first place?”

Calder looked at their entwined hands much like one would look at a freeway accident. It was as if he knew he shouldn’t look, but he couldn’t stop himself. “What the hell are you talking about?”

Phillip put his arm around Seth’s shoulders. “Let me tell him, babe. Over the past few months, I’ve come to care deeply for Seth, Mr. Morris. I’m not sure exactly when it became love, but after Seth was arrested today, I realized how empty my life would be without him. I’m giving you back your money, sir. Seth and I are going to build a life together.”

“For God’s sake, Patterson, you’re straight! Your girlfriend is pregnant.”

Seth said, “We know, Dad, and we regret hurting Shelby, but we both believe that she’ll be far more hurt if Phillip marries her when he’s in love with someone else. We hope that she’ll share joint custody of the baby with us. You know how much I love children.” He gave Phillip a lingering look before Phillip gathered him in his arms and stuck his tongue down Seth’s throat in a kiss so passionate, Brandon even blushed.

Bran was enjoying Calder’s suffering, but it was time to move on to phase two. Like clockwork, Sam came in and cleared his throat, breaking the pair apart. “I’m sorry to interrupt, but Seth needs to be processed out before he can leave.”

Seth gave Phillip one more peck on the lips and said, “I’ll be right back, sweetheart. Maybe you can fill Dad in on our plans while I’m gone. He’s been so excited about Nate’s wedding, I know he can’t wait to start planning ours.” He left, but not before giving Phillip’s ass a hefty squeeze for good measure.

Bran sat down behind his desk and motioned for Calder and Phillip to have a seat as well. “Kick back, guys. He’ll be finished and free to go any minute now. Phillip, I believe you were about to tell us about your future plans.”

“Well, I have one more year of school left before I earn my bachelor’s degree. Seth and I thought we might go out to California so I can audition, go to casting calls, that kind of thing. Of course, it all depends on how open Shelby is about custody. Either way, we hope to be married before Christmas.”

Calder didn’t have a chance to comment before Seth came back in. “I’m ready to go if you are.”

 

Phillip got up, but Calder said, “You go on ahead, son. I want a word alone with Brandon.”

Seth nodded. “Okay, Dad. Phillip and I could use a little time alone, anyway. Now that the pretense has been dropped, I don’t see any reason why we can’t take our relationship to the next level, do you, babe?”

Phillip’s grin was that of a man who was two seconds away from scoring. “I thought you’d never ask.” They left holding hands. Calder waited until they were out of sight and then got up and closed the door.

 

“Alright, Nash. I’m ready to talk price.”

Bran propped his feet on the desk. “Mr. Morris, I know how excited you are about the wedding, but I have more than enough in savings for us to have the type of ceremony we want. There’s no need for you to chip in.”

Calder slammed his hand down on the desk, causing Brandon to move his feet. Calder said, “Dammit, that’s not what I’m talking about and you know it. I want to know how much it’ll cost me to get you out of Nathan’s life.”

“I’m not sure I understand, sir.”

 

“Don’t play me, Nash. You’re too damn smart to play the part of a moron. I want you to name a figure.”

 

Bran nodded. “And if I do?”

 

“Then you agree to drop Nathan like hot lead. The more you hurt him, the better.”

 

Brandon’s stomach turned, but he forced his face not to show it. “If the price is right, I’ll do it. But why should I make it more painful than necessary?”

 

“You want all the cards on the table, huh? Alright, then, I’ll tell you. After what Landon did to him, having the first man he’s dated since then drop him on his ass ought to turn him off men for life.”

 

“How did you know I was the first man Nate has dated since Landon?”

 

“The private investigator I’ve had keeping track of him for the last six years told me.”

 

“So, just like with Seth, you think Nate will stop being gay if he gets his heart broken again.”

Calder snorted. “There’s a big difference between Nathan and Seth. Seth is strong, but he’s a little confused right now. Nathan has always been weak, spineless. Just look at his choice of professions. Hell, he gives a good portion of money each year to help those worthless indigents who can’t even pay their own medical bills. When the little pansy told us he was gay, I wasn’t surprised. In fact, I’d known for some time. No way in hell was I going to let him corrupt Seth.” Brandon had never wanted to hit a man so badly in his life. He knew he had no choice but to tamp it down and finish this, but his knuckles were straining for release. “You heard about Nate’s attack from your investigator, not from one of your store managers.”

“That’s right. Malcolm Davis’s son does work for me, but he didn’t say a word about the attack, not to me anyway. He did tell Seth, but I found out from my investigator first. If you ask me, the only shame is that the guy didn’t hit Nathan a little harder.”

Visions of Calder Morris clutching a broken nose tempted Brandon’s restraint. “If you hate him so much, why hire an investigator to keep track of him?”

Calder shook his head. “You just don’t get it, do you? Seth has always adored Nathan, looked up to him. He’s the reason Seth wants to be queer in the first place. I knew it was just a matter of time before Seth tried to contact Nathan. When he started seeing that campus witch doctor who convinced him it was alright to be a fag, I knew his next logical step was to come up here and beg that lowlife butt-fucker for forgiveness. No, my only hope for Seth is to convince Nathan not to be queer anymore. Once you dump him, we’ll take him home with us and convince him to see that same psychiatrist who helped Seth the first time. Seth will go back to see her if Nathan does, and I’ll have a normal family again.”

“What about Phillip?”

 

Calder’s smile was nauseating. “Patterson? Hell, he’s already proven he can be bought. I’ll just have to up the price, that’s all.”

 

Brandon nodded. “So, you’re the one behind the attack on Nate? You hired someone to trash his place and cut his break lines?”

“No, all that was just a happy coincidence.” Calder looked almost disappointed. “Wish I’d thought of it, though. When Leda and I got that call from Patterson saying Nathan had nearly bleed to death, all I could think was, ‘Why the hell didn’t it take them a little longer to pull him out of that car?’ No, I’d gladly do away with the little fairy, but he simply isn’t worth risking a murder charge.” Calder pulled a cell phone from his pocket. “Now that we’re clear on things, tell me how much you want. I’ll make a call to my accountant and have the whole thing set up.”

“Interesting choice of words, Calder, seeing as how that’s exactly what this is, a set up.”

 

Calder looked up to see his wife standing in the now open office door. “Leda, what in God’s name are you talking about?”

“Save it, Calder. Next time you decide to make a grand confession, have sense enough to make certain the intercom isn’t on. We heard the whole sordid thing. In fact, Brandon was kind enough to have his deputies make a tape of it for us. I’m sure my divorce attorney will find it most helpful.”

“It’s entrapment to tape a man without his knowledge. My lawyer will never allow it. I’ll sue this whole damn department.”

Brandon said, “Obviously, you didn’t read the many signs posted throughout the office.” He pointed to one on the bulletin board above the desk. “All communications in this office with the exception of those that fall under attorney/client privilege may be monitored and/or documented.” Brandon read it word for word, pleased at Calder’s rapidly falling countenance. “As it is, I have enough to book you on assault charges while I work to make a murder charge stick.”

“Are you talking about the attempts on Nathan? I told you, I had nothing to do with that.”

Brandon stood up and came around to the front of the desk. “Like your word means anything. Any man capable of wishing his own son dead is capable of murder, in my opinion. Calder Morris, you’re under arrest for the assault and attempted murder of Nathan Morris and Marjorie Newman.”

As Brandon read Calder his rights and cuffed him, Calder’s denials grew more frantic. “I’m telling you, I had nothing to do with it. That little fag probably tried to fuck the wrong man and got what he deserved. Damned perverts. The whole lot of you is headed straight for hell.”

Leda shook her head in disgust. “No one is more deserving of hell than a father who can say what you just said about his own son. Who knows, maybe I deserve to burn as much as you do. After all, I allowed your sick prejudices to keep me away from my boy for six years. I’ve also allowed you to beat me down and abuse me for almost thirty years. My only comfort is that Nathan didn’t hear the vile things you just said.”

“Actually, Mother, I did.” Nate stepped away from Sam’s desk where he’d been sitting and listening over the intercom. He was wobbling and shaking, but his voice was clear and strong. Brandon rushed to his side and put his arm around his waist. As Nate leaned into him, Brandon was overpowered with worry as he felt the extent of Nate’s weakness.

“How the hell did you get down here, Nate? You’re supposed to be at home, resting.”

Keith came in, his face flushed and his lungs working for breath. “I’ll tell you how he got here. When Seth called and told Leda the plan to gaslight Calder, Nate was listening on the upstairs extension. Mom had to do some grocery shopping, so I volunteered to baby-sit your intended. When Sam came by to pick up Leda, he tried to convince them to let him ride along. When I put my foot down and said he was too weak to go, he pretended to go along with it. The little fucker waited until I turned my back, snatched the keys to the Camero, and drove himself down here with one good arm and a head full of painkillers. You ought to arrest his ass for reckless driving.”

Nate tried to shake his head, but he was trembling too bad. “I haven’t had any pain medicine today. I had a right to know what was going on.” He looked at his father with so much burning hatred, Brandon almost let go of him in surprise. “I knew this old bastard was up to something, but I never thought he’d take it this far.”

Sam had Calder by the cuffs and was leading him towards booking. Calder said, “Call me whatever you want, you little shit. You’re the one who’s going to pay. All you faggots will.” Leda put her hand over her mouth, tears running down her cheeks. She turned to her oldest son. “Oh my God, Nathan, I am so sorry, son. I had no idea how sick your father really was.”

Nate didn’t answer. Brandon felt dead weight against his side and was just able to catch Nate as he crumpled to the floor.

 

Chapter 9 “For the last time, Brandon, he’s alright.”

 

“I still think you should check him again.”

 

Keith slipped his stethoscope back in his pocket. “What, you think I missed something the first four times I checked him?”

 

Nate gave them a sleepy look from his nest of pillows. “Lay off, Bran. I’m fine. Blood thinners give you the shakes sometimes, that’s all.”

 

“You’re not on my happy list right now, Nathan. I wouldn’t push it, if I were you.”

The look on Nate’s face would have made him feel guilty had he not been so mad. The fact that he had to carry Nate’s prone body out of the station and into the car didn’t help his mood. Nor was he placated when Nate had to be helped back into the house and up the stairs. He’d even had to undress him, a task he would have enjoyed had he not been so damned worried.

“Don’t give me those big brown puppy eyes, Nate. You could have been killed driving in that condition, not to mention killing someone else. Keith was right. I should have arrested you for reckless driving.”

 

Keith said, “Look, Bran, I was upset when I said that. Go easy on him, alright. He’s had a rough time of it.”

 

“Speaking of people who’ve had a rough day, how’s my mom?”

 

“She’s tired, Nate, but she’s a tough lady. I gave her a sedative, so she’s resting right now.”

 

“What about Seth? Not only did he find out the truth about Phillip, he heard every filthy word Dad said.”

 

Brandon answered. “He took Phillip to the airport about an hour ago. He seems to be holding up well under the circumstances.”

Keith said, “Not to interrupt, but Jacob and Jessica have a riding lesson at four and I promised Maria I would take them so she could do a little birthday shopping. I’ve got to run if I’m going to be there on time.”

“I still can’t believe the twins will be ten-years-old next week.”

“Imagine how I feel. I always wanted to be a father. I just never dreamed they’d come in pairs.” He smiled at Nate. “If you guys decide to use a surrogate mother instead of straight adoption, make sure not to use Brandon’s sperm. Twins are thick in our family.”

“I’ll remember that, but I think it would be kind of nice to have twins. It’d be like a complete family on the first try.”

Keith said, “I’ll remind you of that when you’re walking the floor at two in the morning with a colicky baby on each shoulder. We’ll see just how much of a ‘magic touch’ you’ve really got.” He checked his watch. “I’m out of here, guys.”
Brandon nodded. “I’ll walk you out.” He turned to Nate. “I expect you to be in this bed when I get back.”

“Don’t worry. I’m not planning on sneaking out for another joy ride anytime soon.”

 

Bran smiled. “I know. I’ve hidden my extra set of car keys.” He winked and walked with Keith to the door.

 

Once out of earshot, Brandon said, “Now tell me how he’s really doing.”

“Brandon, I know you love the guy to the point of insanity, but you’re starting to scare me. Physically, he’s fine. I’d say he earned another batch of emotional scars this afternoon, but he’s stronger than you’re giving him credit for. He survived the break-up with Landon and desertion by his parents, all at once. This time, he has you to help him deal with it.”