When Nathan came out of the bathroom, he was about to comment on the humongous stash of condoms in the medicine cabinet but then he saw Reid standing with his arms folded and looking generally pissed off.  As he came closer to the sofa and could see Luke over the edge of the back, he expected to see a mirrored expression to Reid's ( Read more... )

A/N:  Okay, this is the last in the series of The Important Parts universe, so if you haven't read that, I'd recommend doing so.  You can get it here: petuniagirl  But if you're going to brave it or can't remember much about it since it's been a year since I completed that story, here's the quick and dirty version that should get you through this installment ( Read more... )

               "Hey, could one of you get my bag from the backseat of my truck?  I've got some stuff in there we could use.  Soap, toothpaste, some clothes," Luke expounded as he gingerly lowered himself to the ground.  His left ankle was throbbing, and he wasn't looking forward to the walk to the cabin.

Without a word, Nathan ( Read more... )

Four days later
              "It's just weird, Reid.  That's all I'm saying."

Reid gripped the steering wheel tighter as he tried to peer through the windshield.  Could snow pour?  Because that's what it seemed to be doing.  He glanced quickly at his longtime friend, and said irritably, "It sounded a bit like you might be taking up ( Read more... )

                Luke slammed the door as he walked in from the porch to the kitchen.

Faith, looking up from where she was wiping the counter, asked worriedly, "More problems with the horses?"

"No, just a jackass," Luke grumbled as he moved to the kitchen table to sit down.  He looked over at his dark-haired pretty ( Read more... )

                It should have been a good day.  Reid had come out of a six-hour surgery in which he removed a Grade III meningioma from the cerebral cavity of a nine-year-old boy.  Reid had felt elated as he walked out of the operating room.  Assuming the tumor didn't appear again, the child would live to a ripe old age, and it was Reid's skill ( Read more... )

Back to Part One

What the hell was I thinking? Luke chastised himself.  How hard of a fall had he taken?  He couldn't possibly have wanted Reid Oliver, the destroyer of family fortunes, to kiss him.  He hated Reid, so where had that impulse come from?

Not only did he hate Reid, but Reid seemed to hate him for some ( Read more... )

               As Luke checked the girdle and made sure Serendipity's bridle was properly attached, he reflected on the events of the last few days. It seemed as if his life might be getting back to normal. Neither he nor Henry had run into the doctor since leaving jail. Luke heard through Henry who heard through Katie (who heard through some ( Read more... )

               Henry Coleman was a man of many talents if he did say so himself.  A brilliant gambler, a smooth Casanova, and an alcoholic-beverage savant, he prided himself on one thing most of all: scheming.  He was slippery and cunning, and if some of his better ideas didn't pan out, it was generally because someone else lost their nerve, ( Read more... )

               Luke was ecstatic.  He had dressed hurriedly in one of the few outfits that didn't have mud or grease stains on it in his closet, and nearly sprinted to his truck to get to Memorial.  He threw his overcoat on as he ran to the car.  He was late, not that he thought Henry would mind when he told him why.

Memorial ( Read more... )