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doesn’t mean you know him or me. David deserves everything he gets. He’s nothing but a bloody disappointment and a deviant. If I could cut off his trust fund I would.” He scowled at Matthew. “But your bloody father made sure I couldn’t do that easily, didn’t he, not without a very good reason or me getting into trouble with the law. He had it all sewn up tight like a virgin’s pussy. But everything can be broken with the right motivation.” He smirked. “I have a couple of aces up my sleeve, and I think I might just play them soon.”
    The terms and conditions of David’s specific trust fund from his mother were tightly controlled. Matthew had wondered about it when he’d taken it over after his father died. Now he knew why. His father had been trying to protect David’s inheritance from his father’s homophobic hatred. But what the hell else was going on with Matthew’s dad and Walter’s seeming hold on Matthew was a mystery.
    “And my son will never tell. He’s still a Debussy. His first loyalty is to me and the family.”
    This much Matthew knew to be true. A sense of despair washed over his body.
    Walter waved an airy hand. “Fine, Matthew. Go out and find yourself another job if you can. I release you of your duties. Roy will be in touch about what needs handing over. I’ll get a final salary cheque paid into your account. Then we can call it quits. I can find myself a real heterosexual lawyer. And Roy, we’ll need another maid or housekeeper, too. When you get home, check the telephone recording system and find out who spilled the beans to the little fairy here about my son. They obviously disregarded all the warnings we gave them to tell no one anything about it.”
    Shane drew a deep breath, no doubt realising he’d just gotten someone fired. Matthew closed his eyes at the gloating tone of Walter’s voice. Walter had just managed to make him feel almost dirty about his sexuality, a feeling he hadn’t felt in many years. A warm, strong hand laid itself on his arm. Shane stood beside him, his eyes sympathetic.
    “Matthew, come on. Let’s get out of here. This bastard doesn’t deserve any more of our time, and David is in good hands here in the hospital. We can figure out what to do about all this later.” He reached up a hand and caressed Matthew’s hair. “It’s late and you look exhausted. Let’s go. Come on.” He ignored the look of revulsion the other two men gave them as he took Matthew’s hand. Matthew followed him, unresisting, out of the waiting room into the cool and still-busy waiting room.

Getting to know you…maybe
    Shane tugged Matthew outside onto the wide concrete steps of the hospital. The air was warm, almost balmy, and the street was busy but not crowded. He glanced at Matthew anxiously. The other man had started off all confident and feisty, but Walter Debussy’s harsh words had left their mark on him.
    When Shane had turned and looked up into Matthew’s incredible deep grey eyes as he stood behind him at the reception desk, he’d lost his breath. Matthew was unconventionally a beautiful man, a few inches taller than Shane. He also had an air of authority and composure that really appealed to him. All of these emotions had surged through his body the minute he’d seen the man. He’d been trying not to let his tongue hang out ever since.
    As they stood on the pavement, Shane looked at his watch. It was close to 5 a.m.
    He looked at the man now standing beside him. “Matthew? Are you all right? You were really impressive back there, telling that tosser where to get off. I’m glad you did that. I thought you might be inclined to protect that sod, seeing as he’s your boss.”
    Matthew gazed at him. “ Was my boss.” He laughed harshly. “My friend’s in hospital, I’ve just lost my job and I found out that my employer is even more of a rabid gay hater that even I thought. Other than that, I suppose I’m doing okay.”
    Shane could hear the hurt in the