Even the nicest of guys can decide to cut loose at some point, especially if he's at college and a frat brother invites him to a party. Unfortunately, that can end quite badly. Luckily for Dante ap Owen, it doesn't -- until he keeps needing to piss every few minutes and he sees blood in his urine. Another stroke of luck for him is the substitute professor, also a medical doctor he’s been crushing on, who happens to be there when he passes out in class and pushes him to come to his clinic.<br><br>But Dante and his beloved, critically ill mother are under the control of his bitter uncle, who also provides health insurance. If his uncle finds out Dante is being treated for anything, let alone what Dante fears is an STD, he's ... Dante doesn't want to think about that. So he flees the clinic before he has to make a follow-up appointment.<br><br>The good doctor shows up at his uncle's farm when phone calls do nothing. And when Dante's uncle invites the doctor to dinner and serves a meal worthy of Medea, the doctor urges Dante and his mother to leave. But will they? And will Dante realize the doctor wants him as much as he wants the doctor?

So Let Us Rejoice

“Humble my ass.” Micajah snorted, and Dante poked his shoulder. “Hey.”


“I shall always be willing to work with Professor Rossi,” Dante said in a snooty tone, and he tipped his nose in the air in a manner that would have done justice to the Royal Family.


“For scale.” Micajah answered. They had been together these past two years, and I knew they must have discussed this, knowing it was coming.


“Very well.” I surrendered gracefully. Dante really was becoming expensive.


It hadn’t all been easy, however. Dante’s Mum had taken a turn, and for a while we hadn’t been sure she would pull through, but Micajah had called in every favor he could, since he was as good as Katherine ap Owen’s son-in-law and as such it wouldn’t be ethical for him to treat her. But Nelson, his internist, had come up with something, and she’d pulled through. Now she was well enough to be present at her son’s wedding, which would be—I checked my watch—in half an hour.


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