Tomorrow, Light in the Dark Night is fully available – Yay. Here’s another snippet for you. Jonathon and Brecker get together for dinner. They’re friends and while Jonathon knows – and keeps reminding himself – that Brecker is straight, times like this mess with his mind.
The Chinese restaurant was one of his favorites and he waved to Brecker when he walked inside. Brecker was already seated at a booth in the far corner and he strode over and sat across from him. “Hey.”
Brecker smiled. “Hey. Get everything done?”
“Most of it. Your personal assistant is a marvel.”
Brecker laughed and before he could say anything, their waitress walked up with a pot of tea and cups. They ordered and poured tea before he spoke. “Well, you’ll be dealing with her a lot from now on.” Jonathon cocked a brow. “She’s one of my favorite people and she asked to have a new position formed for her. We don’t have a title yet, but she’ll be full time in charge of all charitable organizations from now on.” He grunted. “Which means I’ll have to suffer through the weeks and months it will take to train someone to be my assistant. This is all your fault, you know.”
For a moment, Jonathon stared at him in confusion. “My fault?”
“Mmmhmm,” Brecker said, a small smile curving his lips. “She’s always loved doing the philanthropic side of things, but your shelter has really lit a fire underneath her. So expect all sorts of ideas to come from her in the near and distant future.”
Relieved, Jonathon nodded and smiled. “The kids adore her.”
“I don’t think there’s anyone who doesn’t. She comes across as some sort of sergeant at arms at times, but she’s one of the best people I know.” Brecker took another sip of tea and leaned back. “It’s been quite the week. How are things at the shelter?”
They discussed business until their food came. Then the conversation changed. It morphed and became more personal.
“You haven’t dated in over a decade?” Jonathon asked in surprise.
Brecker snorted. “You should talk. You haven’t dated since Paul died, have you?”
He winced and shook his head. “No. Guess not. But a robust man like you… I would expect you to be out with women weekly.”
“I hurt one woman—my ex-wife Lisa—and I don’t want to hurt any more of them. Besides, I’m kind of married to my work. Just like you are.”
Jonathon choked slightly on the food in his mouth and quickly washed it down with cooling tea. “Touché.” He poured more hot tea into his cup and swirled it around, watching the green eyes watching him. “Don’t you miss the ideal, though? Of having one person who is always there for you? I have God, but even He knows I need someone physically constant in my life.”
“But you don’t have that.”
He slowly nodded. “I know. Rolf’s always on me about it. ‘Paul’s been gone for over a decade. He would have hated for you to do this to yourself.’” Jonathon sighed. “I could write the script. But it’s somehow easier to focus on the work and my kids. Putting myself out there….”
“Yeah.” Brecker nodded and took a sip of his tea.
“Besides,” Jonathon admitted with a grin, wondering if this info would shock the man seated opposite him. “The best place to meet guys is at a gay club and guys that go there are after one thing. Not quite my modus operandi.”
Brecker choked, making Jonathon laugh. “Yes,” Brecker said, still coughing lightly, “I can see how that would be a problem. ‘Hi, my name’s Ben, want to go to the backroom to get it on?’ ‘My name’s Jonathon and I’m a man of God.’” The coughing turned to laughter. “I can imagine his look of horror.” Bright green eyes twinkled at him and they smiled at one another. It felt like they were sharing a secret joke. “But surely there have to be dating sites for gay men who want to find a partner for life rather than a partner for just right now.”
“Online dating creeps me out,” Jonathon admitted, heat flooding into his cheeks when Brecker laughed loudly. “What about you? Using your work as an excuse is just an excuse you know.”
Brecker grimaced. “I hurt Lisa terribly. Not to mention I’m not that attracted to anyone. Women are… women.”
Surprised and feeling a little hope roil around in his abdomen which he quickly squashed, Jonathon took another bite of food while he tried to figure out how to ask what he wanted to know.
Reverend Jonathon Neiland gets his wish a decade in the making and finally the Paul D. Regelo Center for LGBT Youth is up and running. He knows things will never be easy, but then he never expects them to be. All he asks is that the Lord be on his side while he takes care of his kids.
Court Brecker has been through his own brand of hell and strives every day to be the best he can be, but he never expects to find a runaway on the streets, nor to take him to Jonathon’s center. Never one to get in too deep with anyone or anything, to his surprise he finds himself enjoying his time both with Aiden and Jonathon. They develop a deep friendship and for the first time in his life, he has someone to rely on who also relies on him.
While Brecker tries to understand the new feelings he’s battling, Jonathon runs into more and more stress, especially when Aiden is removed from the shelter forcefully. He’s never doubted that the Lord has a plan for them and when they are attacked from without and everything seems dark, He opens the door to show them the light.
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