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I would like to welcome my previous as well as hopefully new readers back to enjoy this story. However, should you have not read any of the Porterville books before you should do so
- Porterville 2. Murder in Porterville 3. Silver Candlesticks
All three stories are stand alone, however, a lot of the same characters from the first book return for more adventures.
To my old readers: Welcome back. To my new ones, welcome aboard.
Chapter Eight
Britt's mother was released the next afternoon. All of her tests were normal, and the doctor could see no reason why she should remain in the hospital. The only order he gave for Catherine's dismissal was that she not return home for a few days.
When Britt heard Dr. Pierce's words, he inwardly groaned. When his mother spoke, Britt wasn't surprised in the least by her words.
"I beg your pardon, Doctor. I've taken care of myself all my life, and I'll have you know that I am still capable of doing so. No, I'll go to my home."
Britt waited for the war to begin. He watched the doctor make his way to his mother's bedside.
Doctor Pierce smiled at his patient and folded his arms.
"Mrs. Williams, I have no doubt you can look after yourself. As you say, you probably are capable. However—" Doctor Pierce paused for a moment and silence entered the room. Then, "However, given the nature of your accident, I really do think you should have someone with you for a day or so. At least during the night time."
Catherine looked at her son. "I suppose you agree," she said.
"I think I do, Mom. The doctor is right. You will be fine during the day. I would feel better, though, if someone was with you at night."
"I just hate to be such a bother," Catherine replied.
Doctor Pierce was silent for a moment. Finally he said, "I don't know everyone's situation, but would it be possible for you to go to your son's home for a day or so? Perhaps that option would make you feel less of a bother."
Catherine appeared to hesitate. "I don't know about that."
Suddenly Britt felt a weight lift from his chest. He said, "Mom, that would work out well. You would be where I could check on you and still work. I work from home," he added for the doctor's benefit.
"Would it just be for a couple of days?" Catherine asked turning back to the doctor.
Pierce gave a nod and said, "I think so. If you continue to improve the way you are now," he added.
"Alright, that's what I will do. Only for two days," she added giving her son one of her special looks.
Britt smiled at his mother. "You have my word," he assured her.
"Excellent. I'll sign your dismissal form right now and you can be on your way."
The doctor was good as his word and an hour later Catherine was on her way to Britt and Devon's home.
As Britt was pulling into his driveway, Catherine suddenly said, "What about my car? I suppose it's still parked in front of Kathy's shop."
"No, it's not," Britt told her. "Devon and I picked it up last night. It's parked in your garage."
"Thank you. That makes me feel so much better."
Britt brought the car to a stop and said, "Let's get you inside."
Wallace swung the door opened and greeted the two of them warmly.
"Welcome, Mrs. Williams. I was so sorry to hear of your accident."
The butler stepped to the side to allow Britt and his mother entrance into the cabin. He told Britt that Edna had made the bed up in the guest room.
"Thank you, Wallace. I appreciate you taking the time." Britt gave the man a smile and then said, "Mom, let's get you upstairs. I'm sure you're ready for a rest."
Catherine eyed the couch in the living room. "Actually, I think I would like to lie on the couch for a time. I've always enjoyed the warmth of your living area."
Britt assured his mom she could land anywhere she wanted in the cabin. He was going to get her settled and drive to his mother's house to pick some things up for her.
Catherine took a seat on the couch and leaned back. "Ah, yes. This will be just fine."
Wallace showed Catherine a bell on the table beside the couch and told her if she needed anything to please ring. Then he left leaving Britt and his mother alone.
"Can I do anything for you before I leave, Mom?"
"I'm fine, dear. You have the list I made for you?"
Britt pulled a piece of paper from his pocket and waved at his mother. He told her to rest and left the cabin. He drove the short distance back into Porterville and pulled his car into his mother's driveway.
He gathered the things on Catherine's list and was getting back inside the car when his phone rang. It was Devon checking on Catherine.
"I left her resting on our couch," Britt told the man. "I'm leaving her house now with some things she wanted."
"I'm glad you talked her into coming and staying with us," Devon said.
Grinning, Britt said, "I think the doctor had more to do with it than I did. He pretty much told her she wasn't going home unless she either had someone stay with her at her house or she went some place where she wouldn't be alone."
"Well, either way I'm glad she did."
Just as Britt was ending his call with Devon, he received another call from Brian.
"Hey, Brian. What's up?"
"How's Catherine?" Alice's new husband asked.
Britt explained the situation and that so far, everything was good.
"I'm glad she's doing so well. She's a very lucky woman."
There was a pause and then Brian said, "Britt, do you have a few minutes? I would like you to drop by the station. I have someone I want you to meet."
Britt thought about his mother resting on his couch. She had Wallace if she needed anything. He decided he could spare Brian a little time. He told the police chief he was on his way.
At the station he was met at the front by Alesha Gray. The officer raised the counter and told Britt that "the chief" was waiting for him.
Britt made his way down the hall to Brian's new office. He still had a hard time believing his friend was actually the chief of police for Porterville. He stopped at the door and gave a tap with his fingers.
Brian motioned for him to enter, and when he did, Britt discovered another man sitting in front of Brian's desk.
"Have a seat, Britt," Brian greeted. "I have someone I want you to meet."
The stranger stood to his feet and reached out his hand.
"Britt, I would like you to meet Detective Cory Manners from Little Rock."
Britt returned the detective's firm handshake and both men took a seat.
"I've been filling Detective Manners in on what I know concerning Jacob Crawley. Which, as you know, is not much at all."
Brian looked at the Little Rock detective and said, "I've brought Mr. Williams in to meet you because he's been very helpful to me on several occasions." Then turning back to Britt, the police chief added, "Britt, would you mind assisting Detective Manners, should he need it?"
"I don't mind at all, Detective," Britt assured the man sitting beside him. He pulled his wallet out and reached inside for a card. Handing it to the man, he said, "Here's my number. Feel free to get in touch with me at any time. I work from home, so I am usually around."
The detective took Britt's card and said, "Thanks. I may be calling you, Britt."
"Please do." Britt stood to his feet. "Is that it, Brian?" he asked.
Brian stood and reached out to shake his friend's hand. "It is. Thanks for coming in. Give Catherine my love."
"Will do."
Britt told both men goodbye and left the building. As he sat behind the wheel of his car, Britt suddenly realized that he was about to do something that caused his mother concern. It seemed that another mystery had somehow made its way into his life. As he started the car's engine, Britt made a decision. For now, he would mention nothing about this to his mother. Catherine's accident had been traumatic, and at the moment, she didn't need any more stress to deal with.
Feeling good about his decision, Britt drove home. He would check on his mother, and if all was good where she was concerned, he hoped to return to his writing.
Chapter Nine
When Devon came home that evening, Britt took him upstairs to his office. Once inside Britt told him about his latest visit with Brian. When he had finished, he said, "My reason for bringing you up here to tell you this is because of Mom. You know how much she worries when I get involved with things like this. For now, I don't want her to know that I'm working with Brian on this."
Devon agreed completely. "I believe that's a wise choice. For now, that is. Eventually you will have to let her in on it. Otherwise she will find out."
"True and that would be very bad. You know how she can get," Britt reminded.
Devon kissed Britt and said, "Oh, I know all too well how she will react. Especially if you don't tell her."
"Hopefully I won't have to keep my secret for long. Now, suppose we go join her. She knows you're home from work. She'll be full of questions if we don't get downstairs soon."
Devon followed Britt down the stairs. They walked into the living room and joined Catherine.
She greeted them both warmly.
"I thought I heard you come in," she said to Devon.
Devon walked over and gave the woman a kiss on the forehead.
"Are we making you comfortable, Catherine?" he asked.
"Very much," she assured him. "Wallace has been spoiling me like everything."
As if being summoned, the old butler took that moment to enter the room.
"Is there anything you need, Mrs. Williams?" Wallace walked over to the sofa.
"Wallace, I am fine. Please, don't let me be such a bother. I know you have things to do."
"No bother at all," the old butler assured the woman.
Wallace turned and walked out of the room. Once he was out of sight, Catherine said,
"That dear man has taken such good care of me this afternoon."
"Wallace is like a member of the family," Devon said taking a seat across the room. "He knows how we feel about you. He's such a loyal employee, and he will always be that way."
Catherine looked at her son and asked, "Have you heard anything new from Brian?"
Britt gave Devon a look and took a seat beside his mother on the sofa.
"Only that the man's name was Jacob Crawley. Evidently he was from Little Rock. Brian told me that a detective is here from Little Rock, doing some investigating. I think that's all Brian knows at the moment."
Catherine studied her son's face for a moment, remaining silent. Finally she said,
"What are you not telling me, Britt Williams?"
Forcing himself to breathe, he said, "I don't know what you're talking about, Mom. Honestly, I've told you everything I know. What I know you know."
His mother was quiet for a moment. Then, "You're helping Brian, aren't you?"
Britt looked across the room and saw Devon shrug his shoulders. The look they shared told Britt he needed to tell his mother the rest of the story.
Giving the woman a smile, he said, "Okay, Mom. As usual, you're right. Truthfully, I have told you everything I know about this situation with Jacob Crawley. What I left out was the fact that Brian has asked me to assist this detective should he need my help. That's all," he finished.
Again, more silence. Then, "Britt, I should think you would know that you never have to keep anything from me. I thought you knew you could always tell me what goes on in your life."
Britt reached over and took her hand. "Mom, I do know that. I'm sorry I didn't tell you up front. Not that it's an excuse, but I didn't tell you for one reason. I didn't want to cause you to worry. You have enough stress going on right now without me adding to it."
Catherine pulled her hand away and said, "You're right. Not telling me wasn't an excuse. I don't know why I have to keep reminding people that I am much stronger than they seem to think I am."
From across the room Devon said, "Catherine, anyone who knows you realizes how much strength you possess. Your family loves you so much. We just don't want to do anything to make you worry. Please understand."
Catherine gave her "other son" a loving smile. "I know all too well how my family feels." Looking from Devon back to Britt, she said, "Just promise me you won't try and hide anything from me again."
Britt and Devon both assured her they would keep her in the loop from now on just as Wallace came into the room and announced that dinner was ready.
Britt helped his mother up, and the three of them walked into the dining room to enjoy their evening meal.
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Catherine and her "two sons" were in the living room later that evening when Wallace came into the room and announced visitors.
Larry and Bonnie Owens, as well as Kathy Applebee, followed the butler into the room.
"I hope we're not intruding," the minister greeted.
Both Britt and Devon jumped to their feet and went to welcome the visitors.
"Not at all," Devon assured him.
"We were anxious to find out how Catherine is doing?" Bonnie said.
Kathy Applebee walked over to the sofa and took Catherine's hand.
"I'm so sorry about your accident, Catherine," Kathy said.
"Please, have a seat," Britt invited. He indicated three wing backed chairs in the room with his hand.
"Tell us," Larry said taking a seat, "how are you doing, Catherine?"
Catherine assured all of them that she was very sore, but other than that, okay. "Wallace has been spoiling me ever since I arrived," she ended.
"You deserve to be spoiled," Bonnie Owens replied.
"Yes, you do," Kathy agreed. "You do so much for everyone else. Now, it's time for us to take care of you."
They visited for a time, and then Larry stood up. "We don't want to tire you out, Catherine. We'll come back and visit another time."
"How long will you be here with Britt and Devon?" Bonnie asked.
"I told the doctor that I would stay here for two days. After that, I will be returning to my home."
"Don't push yourself," Kathy advised. "Let these two take care of you."
"While I do appreciate everything they are doing for me, I will soon be returning home. I told the doctor that sleeping in my own bed would help my body heal much faster."
Before the visitors left, Larry asked if he could offer a quick prayer for Catherine's healing. Receiving permission, the minister did indeed pray. When he had finished he told all three of them, Catherine, Britt and Devon, that if they needed anything at all not to hesitate to let him know.
Bonnie and Kathy agreed, and the visitors left. Britt and Devon walked them to the door and thanked them for coming.
Coming back into the living room, Britt looked at his mother. "Mom, has Kathy Applebee always walked with a limp?"
"As long as I've known her she has," Catherine answered. "Why do you ask?"
"No reason. I just never noticed it before. Do you know why she limps?"
Catherine was thoughtful. "I don't believe she has ever said. I know I certainly haven't asked."
"Okay. I was just wondering. Like I said, I just never noticed it before."
Later, having helped Catherine to settle in their guest room, Britt and Devon were in their room getting ready for bed.
"Britt, why did you ask about Kathy Applebee's limp? Is something on your mind?"
Britt began unbuttoning his shirt. "No, not really. Like I told Mom, I hadn't noticed it before."
"You don't think she has anything to do with Catherine's accident, do you?"
"Of course not," Britt said. "You know me. I always pay attention to details around me. I was just surprised that I hadn't noticed the way Kathy walked before tonight."
Britt pulled his shirt off and stood in front of Devon. Placing his hands on the man's shoulders, he said, "Now, let's put everything out of our minds except the fact you and I are heading for bed."
"Do you have something on your mind?" Devon asked as he gave Britt a kiss.
"I have a few things in mind," Britt assured him.
"I suppose one thing might be my cock?"
Britt reached down and gave Devon's crotch a gentle squeeze. He could feel his lover's thick dick moving behind his slacks.
Devon pressed his body against Britt's hand. "Is this what you want?"
Giving the man another squeeze, Britt said, "Hell, yes. Come to bed and fuck me."
Both men were quickly naked, shed of all clothing as they crawled into bed. They felt nothing but warm naked skin as they pressed tightly into a hug. Both were hard and demanding attention.
Britt reached down and wrapped his fingers around Devon's hard hairy member.
"God, I love when you touch me this way," Devon moaned.
Britt felt a fist cover his dick. He pushed his body into Devon and said, "I love running my hands over every part of your body, Love. Your body hair drives me crazy."
Devon rubbed his hairy chest against Britt's equally hairy stomach. "It's not too much? Hair I mean?"
"Fuck no. I can't imagine you not having a hairy body."
"So I should never think about manscaping?" Devon's eyes beamed as he spoke the words.
"Never!" Britt reached up and ran a hand through the thick curls on his lover's chest. Shivering he said, "Never ever think about removing this."
"How about here?" Devon asked taking Britt's hand and leading down to his pubes.
"Especially those," Britt assured him.
The two men began sharing kisses, warm touches, causing excitement to spread throughout their body. They were lost in each other for quite some time, caught up in their desire to please each other.
Britt suddenly found himself on his back. Devon was between his legs. He felt the man's cock teasing his hole.
"Climb inside," Britt begged.
Devon moved and suddenly Britt gasped.
"Oh, yeah," Britt groaned.
Devon was inside, and Britt was enjoying every hard inch of his lover's cock as it pushed its way through the walls of his ass.
As Devon began to slowly fuck his lover, Britt thought life couldn't get any better for him. How he loved Devon McKenzie. The man was his life.
That was Britt Williams' last conscious thought as he lost all control of his body and rode the waves that would knock him into complete satisfaction.