Building Heat (15 page)

“I’m available if you change your mind about the gay thing.” She said as she took in his t-shirt collection. Mason laughed and Avery raised a brow.

“What about your date?” Mason asked as she handed him a stack of shirts. She shrugged.

“Dr. Dave? He’ll probably do.” Marla said as she considered Mason’s jeans and slacks. Avery shook his head.

“No. No doctors.” He announced and she cocked an eyebrow. Avery pulled his lips in and shook his head. “Your mechanics and tattoo artists are fine but no doctors.” He said. Mason looked at Avery as if he’d lost his mind and Marla crossed her arms and stared hard. “Doctors are marriage material.” Avery mumbled.

“Not that you have any say in the matter, and I’ll remind you what happened the last time you forbid me to do something, but why don’t you want me to get married?” She narrowed her eyes as she waited. Avery started fidgeting with the quilt.

“Marriage means babies and you already have your hands full with me. I’d be lost without you, Marla.” He admitted quietly. Mason watched as Marla blinked rapidly and focused on the toe of her shoe.

“Don’t be stupid. You’ll always be my first love. If I have a baby, I’ll just get one of those baby backpacks and take it to the office with me. You can babysit while I’m doing all of your work for you.” She teased. Avery’s grin was weak but warm as he looked at her and Mason.

“Thank you, you two. I love you both.” He said before he fell back onto the bed and pulled the covers over his head.

Mason looked over at Marla and she winked as she held out her hand. He took it and squeezed it before he followed her into the closet and let her hand him everything he needed to pack. He could have argued that he was capable but it was nice not having to plan out what he’d need. He could focus on Avery and this magical, fierce little creature that had barged into his apartment.

Chapter 18

Mason waited until Avery was settled in the passenger seat before he shut the door. He pushed a hand through his hair and nodded to the rental agency agent as he went around the car. Marla had reserved a BMW but Mason wished it was one of the little Hyundais he’d seen in the lot as he pulled the door shut and stared at the steering wheel. Mason held his breath as he started the car and put it in Drive. It rolled forward and he stepped on the brake causing the car to jerk. Avery’s head rolled on the headrest toward him.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to drive?” He asked as his hand settled on Mason’s thigh. Mason shook his head.

“I’ve just spent the last four hours dragging you around like a corpse and you drank on the plane. I can do this.” Mason insisted as he let off the brake and craned his neck over the wheel. Avery smile was weak as he turned his head and looked out the window.

“I had two drinks and I can pull it together enough to get us to the hospital.” He said softly. Mason pulled his lips tight.

“I’ve got this.” Mason said as he gave the car a little gas and Avery nodded.

“I know you do. If possible, you should aim to have us out of this parking lot some time tonight.” Avery teased as he squeezed Mason’s leg reassuringly.

Mason swore under his breath and pressed the pedal more firmly. Driving came back to Mason a lot faster than he expected. Aside from ‘Take 64 west.’, Avery was content to remain silent and absorb the city outside the car windows.
At least he’s looking around,
Mason thought as he let go of the wheel long enough to rub Avery’s shoulder quickly. Avery had clung to Mason after Marla left them at the airport. He kept his arms wrapped around Mason’s chest and his head buried in the corner of Mason’s neck, afraid to look at the rush of humanity around them or acknowledge that he was anywhere but his apartment. Mason had to practically drag Avery through the airport, accepting pitying, confused and occasionally disgusted looks from check-in to boarding. As soon as they were seated in First Class, Avery did his best to curl around Mason’s body without actually getting in his lap and sharing a seat.

“It’s just not fair.” The bubbly redheaded attendant complained as she draped a blanket over Avery. “The both of you so adorable, and taken. If you need anything, just let me know.” She whispered as she winked at Mason. Aside from mumbling to ask for his drinks, Avery barely spoke a word while they were on the plane. Despite his obvious grief, Mason got the distinct impression that the guy across the aisle was checking Avery out. It had taken all of Mason’s self control to keep from telling him to watch himself. Luckily, the guy was long gone by the time Mason got Avery and their carry-ons off the plane.

“It’s just up here.” Avery said and he become more tense as Mason turned into the parking lot at Virginia Commonwealth University Medical Center. Mason could feel Avery’s anxiety crest and he pulled him into a tight hug as soon as the car was parked.

“The last message I got said your dad is resting and will make a full recovery. He’s going home in a few days.” Mason reminded him. He’d repeated the message about a dozen times when they were in the air. Avery nodded and held Mason tighter. Mason rubbed Avery's back soothingly. “I’m here. If you need anything, just tell me.” Mason whispered. Avery nodded as he leaned back. His eyes searched Mason’s before he pressed a quick kiss Mason’s lips.

“I couldn’t have done this without you, Mason. I love you so much.” He said as he pulled Mason close for another hug.

“I love you too.” Mason said. “Now, let’s go. Marla said visiting hours are already over but I’m hoping we can get in.”

It took a little sweet talking and some mild flirting, but eventually, Mason was able to convince the nursing station to let them have a few minutes with Avery’s dad. As soon as they were within sight of the room, Avery’s mother came running toward them. Mason watched Avery sweep her into his arms and used the moment to mask his surprise. Avery’s mom was tiny, about 4’10 and no more than 100 pounds.
How did she give birth to Avery?
Mason wondered. As soon as Avery released her, she reached for Mason.

“You must be our Mason!” She exclaimed.
Our Mason?
He liked that. He smiled warmly as he bent down to hug her. She squeezed him tight then leaned back and placed her hands on his face as she kissed him on the lips. “Thank you for everything.” Her eyes were exhausted but sincere as they held Mason’s.

“I’m glad I could help, Linda.” Mason said before he looked up to find Avery eyeing the door to his father’s room warily. Linda looked back and smiled softly.

“It’s ok, Avery. He’s fine.” She said encouragingly. Avery nodded and went in.

When Mason peeked into the room, Avery was holding his father and crying.
That’s where he get’s it from,
Mason thought as his eyes swept over the elder Mr. McKannery. He was an older, and now weaker and paler version of Avery. The older man clasped Avery’s head against his chest as he murmured reassuring words to Avery. After several moments, Avery stood and wiped the tears from his face as he hung on to his father’s hand.

“Mason?” He asked when he looked toward the door. Mason nodded as he came forward and offered his hand.

“Yes, sir. It’s good to meet you and I’m relieved to see you looking so well.” Mason said as Avery’s dad shook his hand.

“Please, call me Ben.” He insisted. “Thanks for taking care of Avery. And Linda says you helped her pull herself together.” Mason waved it off.

“I’m just glad I could help and that you’re all right.” He insisted. Ben nodded.

“They say I’m as good as new. My heart’s as healthy as a thirty-six year old’s.” He said as he winked at Mason. Linda snorted.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, dear. Look at these two! Not an ounce of fat on them and they
exercise.”
She said as she crossed her arms and glared at Ben. “You heard the doctor, no more cigars and bacon.” Linda lectured as Avery nodded.

“They didn’t have to open you up?” Avery asked as he picked up Ben’s chart. Ben shook his head.

“They went through the artery in my leg. They cleaned everything out so I’m in much better shape than when I went in. I’m a little tired but I feel fine.” Ben said as he smiled up at Avery.

He was putting a brave face on it for Avery’s sake. Linda leaned close and rested her head on Mason’s shoulder and he put his arm around her. She was shaking and Mason knew she was reliving the traumatic events of the afternoon. He rubbed her shoulder as he supported her. A nurse walked by and made eye contact with Mason and Avery, her expression stern. Avery sighed as he set the chart down.

“We better get going. We aren't supposed to be here but Mason charmed the nurses.” Avery said as he bent down to kiss Ben’s forehead. “Get some rest, I’ll see you in the morning.” He said softly before he turned to Linda. “Are you staying here?” He asked. She nodded as she reached for a hug.

“Oh! Let me give you the keys.” Linda said as she hurried across the room to her purse. She dug around until she found them and handed them to Mason as she looked at Avery. “All the codes are still the same.” Avery nodded.

“I’ll bring you a change of clothes and some toiletries. I can’t promise I’ll bring the right stuff but I’ll do my best.” He said as he bent down and kissed Linda’s cheek. “Mason?” Avery raised a brow as he looked expectantly at Mason. Mason felt a little awkward holding the keys to Avery’s parents’ house. If it were his parents…

“Um, I have reservations at a hotel…” Everyone cut him off. Linda was the loudest as she swatted Mason’s arm.

“You’re not staying in a hotel! You’ll stay at home, with us. You’re family now. Go home.” She commanded. Mason blinked in surprise as he looked up at Avery who simply jerked his head toward the door. Mason shook his head in disbelief as he followed. He looked back and waved at Ben and Linda as he left.

“That’s how moms are supposed to act.” Mason said as he caught up with Avery at the elevator. Avery laughed softly as he took Mason’s hand.

“Give her time. She’s still in shock and on her best behavior.” He said as the doors opened and he stepped in. “Remember, she’s a doctor and unshockable.” Avery said as he pushed the Lobby button. As soon as the doors closed, Avery grabbed Mason’s face and kissed him thoroughly until the elevator stopped and the doors opened.

“What is it about elevators?” Mason mused and shook his head to clear it. Avery chuckled as he held out his hand.

“Car keys.” He commanded and Mason quickly handed them over, glad to be rid of them.

Avery drove like a rally car driver and it was less than ten minutes before they were turning into a quiet street with large, Colonial, Tudor and Cape Cod style homes facing the river. Avery pulled up to a gate and punched in a code and waited as it slowly opened.

“Welcome to Windsor Farms.” Avery said as he sped down the drive. “The oldest neighborhood in Richmond.” He added as the car came to a stop. Avery jumped out and went around to get the door for Mason. “We’ll go for a run in the morning, you’ll love it.” He said as he shut the door. They grabbed their luggage and Avery led Mason up the front walk. He unlocked the door and swung it wide, letting Mason pass. Light started to fill the house and Mason blinked in surprise as he surveyed the foyer and rooms to his right and left. The sprawling Tudor mansion had been remodeled with an eye toward a more modern aesthetic and decorated with a heavy midcentury Scandinavian influence. Mason could see where Avery got his preference for modern, clean lines. Except this was warm and inviting; bright colors, art and fresh cut flowers drew Mason in.

“This is beautiful.” Mason gasped as he followed Mason down the hall to the kitchen.

“Thanks, I’ve always loved it here.” Avery said as he opened the fridge and smiled. He grabbed two bottles of beer and passed one to Mason.

“Legend?” Mason asked as he took a sip. He coughed as stared at the bottle. “I should have known it would be a stout.” He said as he took another cautious sip. He tasted a hint of coffee and chocolate once he got past the bitter.

“Actually, it's a porter. It’s my favorite.” Avery said as he patted Mason on the back and opened the french doors leading onto the back patio. He took Mason’s hand and towed him to an outdoor sectional and gestured for Mason to sit. Avery went back to the patio and flipped a switch and a fire roared to life in a pit, in the middle of the seating area. Mason looked up as Avery fell onto the seat next to him and sighed as he put his arm around Mason’s shoulders. “I can’t tell you how many time’s I’ve fallen asleep out here.” He said as his head fell back and he stared at the sky above. Mason looked up and for a moment, he was breathless.

“I’ve been in the city for too long. I forgot there were so many stars.” Mason whispered. Avery laughed softly as his fingers twisted with Mason’s.

“We need to get you even further from the city, this is nothing.” Avery said as he raised the bottle. He took a long drink and hummed contentedly. Mason took a smaller sip from his as he let his eyes scan the long, sloping lawn and the river at the bottom.

“It’s so quiet. I don’t know if I’ll be able to sleep without all the noise.” He said as he looked over at Avery.

“I’ll have to make sure you’re really tired.” Avery winked as he pulled Mason closer. Mason felt his body tighten as he leaned against Avery.

“I’m glad you’re feeling better.” Mason said as his head settled on Avery’s shoulder. Avery squeezed his hand.

“Because of you. I’d still be in my apartment, terrified, if you hadn’t forced me out and put me on a plane.” Avery admitted. “I don’t think I’ve ever been so scared or felt so helpless, Mason. And even when I knew that dad was ok, I was afraid to see him. I thought he’d have hoses coming out of his nose and mouth and be unconscious. I was so relieved that he wasn’t but it was so strange… I felt like I was six and I wanted to run to him so he could tell me everything would be all right. At the same time, I was thrown by how much older he looked. In my mind, he’s been frozen at my age. I try to get out here every few months but I just didn’t see him aging. It just hit me tonight: he’s sixty-seven. When did that happen?” Avery shook his head in disbelief as he took another drink. Mason shrugged.

“I’m sure your parents think the same thing when they look at you.” He offered. Avery nodded.

“They grow up so quickly.” He sighed. “I’m going to be ok, though. I’m still shaking on the inside but that’s just going to take some time.” Avery said as he went back to watching the sky.

Despite the eery peace, Mason was yawning by the time they finished their beers. Avery pulled Mason to his feet and led him back in the house and upstairs to Avery’s bedroom. If a suite of rooms could be considered a bedroom. Mason’s jaw fell as he stood in the middle of a large room with a floor to ceiling view of the James River. A minimal, king size platform bed, sleek, honey toned furniture and a large, red oriental rug made the room feel airy yet warm. It held to Avery’s uncluttered, clean standard but still felt comfortable and soothing like the rest of the house.

“This is your room? My room at home still has my old bunk bed, baseball trophies and comic books.” Mason said as he leaned and looked at the sitting room and office to the right before turning back to Avery. He shrugged as he set his suitcase on the dresser and opened it.

“They took the wall between the bedroom and the office out and remodeled the bathroom about eight years ago but otherwise, this is pretty much the way my room has always been.” He explained as he carried his toiletries into the bathroom. “So, we’ll definitely be staying at a hotel if we visit your family?” Avery teased. Mason smiled as he flipped his suitcase open.

“Probably. Unless you don’t mind the bottom bunk.” He said as he looked around the room. “Didn’t you have toys? I thought you played sports?” Mason said as he frowned at the empty surfaces.

“I wasn’t a lot of fun as a child.” Avery said from the bathroom. “I played lacrosse and ran cross country.” There was the sound of running water and an electric toothbrush. Mason turned his attention back to his suitcase. He found his toiletry bag and spotted a bottle of KY nestled among his socks.
Thank you, Marla,
Mason smiled as he tossed it on the bed.