Rebirth Into My Second Chance

Richard looked toward the direction I pointed. "Dr. Hilton is gay?"

Patting the back of my quick-witted friend, Richard, I said, "You always get me."

Shaking his head, Richard replied, "Nah, Dr. Hilton isn't gay. He's the epitome of integrity. How could he be?"

I frowned, forgetting Richard had a soft spot for Max.

I made a bet. "If you don't believe me, I'll go ask him. If I win, you down another beer, but if I lose, it's on me."

Perhaps it was the few beers we had downed, but I found the courage from somewhere and staggered to Max. Losing my balance, Max caught me with his free hand, his expression as calm as a cucumber.

Raising my beer bottle to his glass, I said, "Dr. Hilton, here's the thing. Richard and I have a bet about you being gay."

In that instant, his calm face turned icy, his eyes seeming to simmer with fury.

"Claire, you've lost. Dr. Hilton can't possibly be gay. Here, drink up!" Richard followed up, handing me another beer.

it. Yet, I wasn't ready to concede defeat. I reached up, wrapping my arms around Max's neck, tiptoeing as my breath brushed past his lips. "Richard, look at this. He's not reacting. You're telling

Richard could respond, I swept off my feet as Max varied me in his arms. I clung tighter to his

I touched his chest muscles, "Richard, look, his heart isn't

me a look that said I was on my own for it. "You checking his heartbeat? I

pouted, pressing closer to hear Max's heart pounding

he was blushing, but his warm hand covered

what

"He can manage."

asked again, "And

"He's got someone."

I got tucked into a car. The car was

secure, the first sense of safety I'd felt since starting over. Somehow, my heart had started to

you're not gay, I might

perfectionism in his work, his