Sun-dazzled, Paul only saw the man sitting in the shadows of the porch when he stood and the creak of a wicker chair gave him away. Paul shaded his eyes, squinted, and gave the man a brief nod, too much on his dignity to smile. This was probably the grandson Dr. Raines had mentioned. "Hello. I'm here to see Mr. Parker?"

"You're looking at him." The man walked to the top of the short flight of steps leading up to the porch and braced his hands on the support beams on either side, effectively blocking the way and showcasing an impressive physique; wide shoulders, long legs, and a deep tan that made the blue of his eyes look brighter than they probably were. His hair was black, lusterless and straight, sweat-damped and falling so that it framed his angular face, long enough to brush his shoulders. Paul automatically took in the view with an appreciation he took care to keep hidden, from head to bare toes, and then frowned, recognition stirring along with muted arousal and a warning bell. Tall. He didn't do tall. Didn't like craning his neck back, didn't like being looked down on. He'd never gone for someone three or four inches taller than him, as this man was. Just that one time, that one night….

The man whistled, long and low. "Holy shit. Dr. Feelgood. What the hell are you doing out here, city boy?"

Paul bit down hard on his lip as the memories flooded back, disjointed and chaotic for the most part, but only too clear when it came to the most lurid moments of his night with the man currently looming over him and grinning widely.

He cleared his throat. "It's Steve, right? I don't think you ever told me more than that."

And he hadn't been sure "Steve" was the man's real name, but it hadn't mattered at the time.