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

respond, I swept off my feet as Max varied me in his arms. I clung tighter to his neck, curling up in

daringly, I touched his chest muscles, "Richard,

was on my own for it.

hear Max's heart pounding fiercely. "Dr.

warm hand covered my eyes. He said, "I'll take you

asked, "And what about

"He can manage."

asked again,

"He's got someone."

alcohol fuzzed my thoughts, and before knew it, I got tucked into a car. The car was spacious, its roof dotted with

arms was secure, the first sense of safety I'd felt since starting over. Somehow,

not gay, I

his clear distinction between right and wrong, and, of course, his