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he did when he was in his fraternity didn’t scream hetero from the word go, but that was over twelve years ago. Pres had not met a man he was attracted to since…until now.
    The elevator doors opened, and Pres extended his hand, telling Ric to go ahead and exit first.
    “Thank you, Pres.”
    “You’re welcome. It was nice meeting you, Ric. Have a good evening.”
    “Likewise,” Ric said.
    Pres walked through the lobby having a nagging urge to turn around and look back. But that was fucking pointless…right?

Chapter Seven
     
    Chef Prescott Vaughan. Holy hell, the guy was fucking stunning. The pictures of him in the food magazines did not do him justice. Ric didn’t think he’d ever met anyone that beautiful in his life. The man looked casually comfortable in his worn blue jeans and light blue North Carolina Tar Heels T-shirt. His Jordan flip-flops showed his manicured feet. Ric found himself enticingly wondering how groomed the man was everywhere.
    He’d seen Pres leaving and entering his stylish black town car on more than one occasion. He didn’t know if the man had a girlfriend or not, but he knew he wasn’t married because he lacked a band on his finger. Ric would be sitting in the bar off the lobby and notice him come into the building solo, oftentimes looking slightly melancholy, and he wished he could put a smile on that beautiful face.
    It didn’t matter to him that Pres was blind. Hell, he’d dated a deaf guy for almost eight months during his residency until the asshole cheated on him. It really caught Ric off guard, too. He didn’t know why he thought a deaf person wouldn’t be unfaithful. The more that he thought about that, the more stupid he felt.
    There is no way that Prescott is gay anyway. Ric put his duffel bag over his right shoulder and started his two-mile walk to the hospital, putting Mr. Vaughan to the back of his mind.
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    “Dr. Edwards, the patient in exam room three is ready for discharge, so can I get your signature on the release forms and his scripts, please?”
    “Sure, Maggie.” Ric pulled his pen from his white lab coat and scribbled an illegible signature on the forms, then wrote the patient’s prescriptions for pain medicine and an anti-inflammatory. He watched the petite nurse saunter off, then turn and look over her shoulder seductively. Ric turned quickly toward the doctors’ lounge, avoiding more eye contact. He hated when the nurses flirted with him, which was all the damn time.
    No one at this hospital knew he was gay. He’d transferred to Chesapeake General Hospital after a nasty allegation was made that he’d exhibited inappropriate behavior with a male nurse. As soon as Ric had come out at his other job—after getting tired of turning down advances from the female nurses, doctors, and even paramedics—his character was immediately attacked. A couple of vindictive nurses had gone to human resources saying they saw Ric touching himself while watching a male nurse perform his duties—which was complete bullshit.
    Ric had thought the staff at Beach Leigh Memorial were his friends. He’d been there for over six years after he’d graduated and done his internship and residency. Ric’s primary focus for the last ten years had been school and becoming a doctor. He’d had a few lovers, but nothing he’d call a serious relationship. The few friends he’d had in undergrad school were no longer around, having moved on with their careers. During his last year of med school, he didn’t have time to hang out and meet people, so then he had no friends, or family, for that matter. His parents died in a car accident a couple years ago, and his one and only sibling didn’t want anything to do with his older, faggot brother. So the hospital staff had become his friends and family…or so he thought. He was invited to parties and family functions all the time, but when he told them of his sexual preference, he was outcast. Only a select few still spoke to