said Bruce the nurse as he sat behind the desk with a pair of sheets Fergus hoped were their test results. “I can imagine,” Fergus said, trying to ease his death grip on John’s hand. They’d slid their chairs close together—and not just for emotional comfort. This office was rather chilly to be wearing nothing but towels. Fortunately, he and John were the clinic’s only patrons this afternoon, so it had taken a mere half hour total for the blood draws, then individual exams and interviews with the nurse. While John was in the exam room, Fergus had had time to consider what he’d done. He was now having second thoughts about the proposal—not out of fear, but out of guilt. “We’re not boyfriends,” John told Bruce. “We’re fiancés.” He beamed at Fergus. “Just got engaged in the Jacuzzi.” The nurse gaped at them. “Well. That’s a first for us.” Fergus tapped his heel on the floor, aware there was a faint chance this man could ruin their day. “So, our results?”
