Michael's Discovery by Sherryl Woods

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    “I was barely a teenager when you first brought Michael home. He was gorgeous. Naturally I was intrigued by him,” she said, ignoring the fact that none of those feelings had gone away. She was still very much attracted to Michael, something her big brother definitely didn’t need to have confirmed. Maybe it was time to turn the tables, put him on the hot seat. “Now let’s talk about your love life—or should I say your lack of one.”
    His scowl deepened. “Nothing to discuss,” he said tightly.
    “Oh, really? Then that fling with what’s-her-name is really over?” she pressed, in part because she knew of someone else who was ready and willing to take on Bryan, if he’d finally wised up.
    “It wasn’t a fling,” he said defensively. “And you know her name. It’s Debra.”
    “Short for dim-witted,” Kelly muttered. “You know, for an intelligent man who has a degree in psychology, you have exceptionally lousy taste in women.”
    “Thank you for sharing your opinion,” her brotherretorted. “Next time you feel so inclined, bite your tongue.”
    She grinned at him. “Advice you should consider following when it comes to Friday night.”
    Bryan sighed heavily, picked up his jacket and headed out without saying another word.
    Now it was Kelly’s turn to sigh. She should have kept her mouth shut about Friday, because if she knew her brother at all—and she did—he was on his way straight to Michael’s, probably to warn him to behave or get his teeth knocked down his throat.
    Kelly considered calling Michael to warn him, but why bother? Bryan was a great guy, but he definitely leaned more toward intellectual pursuits than physical prowess. Michael could probably use a good laugh. He might be in a wheelchair, but she had a feeling he could still take her brother in a fight. Maybe it would do both of them good for Michael to remember that.
     
    Michael was watching the Celtics game on TV and cursing the fact that there wasn’t a beer in the place, when the doorbell rang. Since he’d all but banished his brothers from stopping by uninvited, he figured he shouldn’t just tell his visitor that the door was unlocked. He wheeled across the room and found Bryan on his doorstep, a scowl firmly in place and a six-pack in his hand.
    “Talk about your mixed messages,” Michael said, moving aside to let his friend in.
    Bryan stared at him blankly. “What?”
    “Hey, you’re the psychologist,” Michael reminded him. “Shouldn’t you understand that arriving with a frown on your face and a peace offering in your hand could be a bit confusing?”
    “Was I frowning? Sorry,” Bryan said, though the apology sounded halfhearted.
    Michael studied him curiously. The Bryan he’d once known had always been upbeat, always able to put a positive spin on things. He could spot the silver linings on the cloudiest days. It was a trait that probably contributed to his skill as a psychologist. Clearly, something had to be weighing mighty heavily on him to put this scowl on his face.
    “Something on your mind?” Michael probed cautiously.
    “You could say that.”
    “Why don’t you pour a couple of those beers and tell me all about it?” Michael suggested. Listening to somebody else’s problems for a change would be good for him, he decided. It might make him forget his own.
    While Bryan headed for the kitchen, Michael went back in the living room and muted the sound on the TV. He didn’t have to listen to the game, but he wasn’t going to skip it. Basketball was the one thing he’d missed when he was off in various godforsaken locations. Of course, he’d also missed playing it, but for now he’d have to settle for the vicarious thrills of watching a good game on TV.
    Bryan returned, handed Michael his beer, then sank down on the sofa, still looking worried.
    “Woman problems?” Michael asked.
    “Not the way you mean. It’s Kelly.”
    Now it was Michael’s turn to frown. “Has something