Sammy Dane

By: Stormy Glenn

Sammy & Friends 2

Chapter One

“Jamie, it’s just a simple get-together between friends,” Nicky insisted. “No funny business. I promise. Say you can come. Please?”

James Everson rolled his eyes and rubbed the bridge of his nose. He was beginning to get a headache, and it had Nicky’s name written all over it. He so didn’t want to go to one of his brother’s backyard parties. The last three he’d gone to, Nicky had tried to hook him up with a blind date, and they had all been complete flops.

He didn’t want another one.

“No funny business?” James asked even though he knew it was futile. If Nicky thought another blind date was good for him, the man would set him up no matter how much James protested.

“Nope.” Nicky was crossing his fingers. James just knew it.

“No setting me up with anyone?” James couldn’t do another round of pick-the-idiot. Nicky meant well but he didn’t have a clue what kind of man James was interested in.

“I swear.”

“Fine.” James heaved a sigh. He could picture his little brother holding two fingers up like a Boy Scout. Nicky was never a Boy Scout. “What time should I be there and what do I need to bring?”

“Yes!” James winced when Nicky squealed into the phone. The man could shout louder than anyone James knew. “Saturday the fifteenth. Come by around three. And you can bring a salad.”

“A salad?” Seriously? A salad? James was a meat and potatoes man. He didn’t eat rabbit food. “What kind of salad?” As if he had a clue. He knew the stuff was green…wasn’t it?

Nicky chuckled. “Go to the produce section at the market. They have mixed salad all ready to go, everything in them right down to the tomatoes. You don’t have to add anything to it. You don’t even need a bowl. They come in resealable plastic containers.”

James’s eyebrows peaked on his forehead. “No shit?”

“No shit, bro.” Nicky chuckled again as if vastly amused by James’s lack of produce knowledge. “The food industry has become quite progressive.”

“Shut up.” Nicky had to know James didn’t cook much. He was on a first-name basis with the local fast food joint and had the pizza delivery place on speed dial. If he bought stock in the restaurants in his neighborhood, he would make millions.

“It’ll be really great to see you, Jamie.”

“Yeah, it’s been a while,” James agreed. He did miss his brother. He really didn’t get to see Nicky as often as he liked. “Work has kept me pretty busy.” Nicky should know this. His lover was James’s work partner.

“Anything else keeping you busy?” There was a clear undertone in Nicky’s voice. James wanted to growl. Ever since Nicky and Troy got together, Nicky had made it his business to be the matchmaker for everyone he knew. It drove James crazy.

“Nicky,” James said, hoping the warning was clear in his tone.

“Just asking, bro, just asking.”

Nicky paused, and James braced for what he knew what was coming. Nicky always did the same old song and dance, every damn time they talked.

“I just worry about you, Jamie. You spend too much time flitting from one relationship to another.”

“I don’t flit, Nicky,” James argued. He didn’t, not really. He just hadn’t found the right guy yet. And he didn’t have a lot of time to work on a relationship, either. He was a police officer. He worked a lot of hours.

That’s my excuse and I’m sticking to it.

“You might not flit, but you don’t take any of the guys you date seriously.”

“Nicky.” If he ever found the right guy—if the man truly existed anywhere outside James’s fantasies—he’d take him very seriously. He’d take him and never let him go. But circumstances being what they were, and the fact that his dream man was a fictional character, chances were he would be single his entire life.

“Okay, okay, I’ll get off your case,” Nicky replied. James almost smiled when he heard the huff of resignation in Nicky’s voice. “I just want you to be happy, Jamie, and I don’t think you are.”

“Just because I haven’t found my Mr. Right like you have doesn’t mean that I’m not happy, Nicky. I have my work, which I love, and friends that I do things with. Besides, I’m not sure there are too many guys out there like Troy.” It was just really too bad Troy wasn’t his type. Well, that and the fact that the man was head over heels in love with Nicky.

“There’s not.” Nicky’s happy laughter took away James’s loneliness for just a moment. “He’s definitely special.”

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