About My Life In Your Hands

by AR Moler
29 pages / 7000 words
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Dr. Chris Kearney works in a San Diego hospital that receives some of the worst victims of gang violence. The talented sensitive doctor is slowly losing his ability to cope with the stress of the job, his loneliness only compounds the problem. When Chris meets Drew Hayden, a SDPD detective working on the gang task force, there is a spark of interest between the two.

A chance meeting in a grocery leads to an evening of hot sex. The two men acknowledge their interest could be more than just a one night thing and begin to pursue a relationship, but unforeseen stresses and risks complicate their lives. Can a cop and doctor hold onto what they have?

Sample

Even cops needed to buy groceries. Drew dropped a box of cereal into the basket dangling from his hand. The contents of that box were just as likely to be dinner at ten p.m. as breakfast in the morning. Tonight though... he wanted meat, and for that he needed to get out of the cereal aisle.

Heading toward the far side of the supermarket, the one person he didn't expect to see was that hot doctor from the ER where the Ramirez kid had died. Mr. Blond-and-Ripped appeared to be reading the label on one of the pre-packaged meals in the deli section. No sweaty scrubs this time, the doctor was wearing a pair of beat to hell jeans and a T-shirt.  

Drew had thought about asking the doctor out for a drink a couple of days ago under the pretense of discussing the case, but the idea had seemed so lame. He also wasn't sure if the "look" he had caught from the man translated to interest.

Kearney had a six-pack tucked under his arm as he stood reading. Drew sucked up his courage and walked toward him.

"If you're buying beer, I'll buy the steaks," said Drew.

Kearney looked startled as he glanced at Drew. "Um, hi... this isn't exactly the place I expected to run into you."

"Cops have to eat, too."

Kearney gave him a sheepish grin. "True."

"It looks like you're shopping for one."

"Yeah."

"I wasn't exactly kidding about buying the steaks. Most of my conversations these days are with other cops or suspects and witnesses. It'd be nice to have some company for dinner," suggested Drew. "I live about five minutes from here."

"Okay, give me your address."