Brandon settled Nate against the mountain of pillows and said, “Are you sure you don’t need anything?” It was the eighth time he’d asked.
Nate just shook his head and smiled. “Honey, I’m fine, but you’re making yourself a nervous wreck.”
Bran sat down on the bed beside him. “I know I’m hovering, but I can’t seem to help it. It’s just so damn good to have you home.”
“I agree, but you’re going to give yourself an ulcer if you don’t lighten up.”
“Is that my fiancé speaking, or my physician?”
Nate grabbed Bran’s shirt with his good hand and pulled him close. “One and the same. Let me give you a little prescription for stress relief.” He kissed him slowly but thoroughly. He was about to do more when a commotion erupted out in the hall.
“I told you, I don’t want to discuss this again.” Phi
