- Book Title: To Move Forward
- Book Series: Standalone
- Author: Geoffrey Bauernfeind
- Publisher: CoolDudes Publishing PTY Ltd; 1 edition (January 31, 2016)
- Book Length: 121 pages
- Genre: Contemporary, Romance
- Posting Date: January 20, 2016
We are happy to welcome new author, Geoffrey Bauernfeind to GGR today. Geoffrey is giving us a deleted scene and an excerpt to help you get the feel for his new book coming out on January 31st.
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In order to move forward, Patrick learns to let certain things go. In order for To Move Forward to go, I learned to move forward without certain things. I am reminded of a scene left behind, some background with a little fun. A private memory between Patrick and the guys to share with you.
“Get your ass over here Grant!” I shouted over Alec’s arm.
Jake came back with one of his larger tee shirts and handed it to me before going over to put the DVD in.
“He said you got a cute ass!” Alec laughed into the phone.
I took off my shirt.
“Save me Grant!” I shouted.
Alec turned around and looked at me. “Oh, nothing, he just took off his shirt. I think he’s going to try and have his way with me,” Alec said innocently.
“Oh Jeez…” Jake shook his head and rolled his eyes.
There was a short pause while Alec listened. “Not funny,” he answered into the phone.
I put the dry shirt on and hung the other out over the TV tray stand.
“I will. Love you too. See you at home. Love you. Bye.” Alec hung up the phone as I made more gagging sounds.
“Jealous?” Alec quipped.
Alec colored a little. Years ago, before Grant and after he and his ex split up, there had been a time when we had considered, maybe, trying for more. I had been dumped recently, so we had both been lonely and hurting. After two or three rather uncomfortable evenings, and one disastrous attempt, we knew we wouldn’t pursue anything. We could provide each other comfort but not the passion. We knew we would never find that specific chemistry. For once, I had been lucky; we were able to continue to be friends. I was genuinely excited and happy for him when he found Grant. You could tell by looking at the two, they were meant to be together. They had been ever since.
“Oh, sorry,” Alec said red-faced.
“It’s okay,” I said. There was another pause.
“Awkward,” Jake said quietly with a nice twang of humor.
Tonight, Alec was the little brother I never had, not merely in size, but in his manner. The little brother who didn’t think before he spoke. I gave him a pat on the back. “Really, it’s okay.”
“So, what was ‘not funny’?” Jake asked Alec with a smile.
“What? Oh, Grant said I would probably enjoy it, Patrick having his way with me.” Alec blushed harder.
“Yeah, if I remember correctly… not so much,” Jake replied, flopping into his chair.
“You told him about that?!” Alec turned to me.
“You know how he is…” I started, pointing at Jake.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Jake said innocently. “I just sit here. You guys can’t shut up. I just wanna watch a movie.”
Twenty years go by quickly and there are moments when you think back and relive some of the good times you shared. Now and then there has been contact, but vague and brief.
Then, one day, you meet and those old feelings resurface. But there is also fear. Apprehension. Questions. He has friends. You have friends. Do you want to see this person? What could he possibly want? Is a reconciliation possible? Do you really want to rekindle that lost love? And if so, at what cost?
Patrick and Ben were more than friends before they went their separate ways. In the years that followed, Patrick stayed true to himself and Ben married. Patrick searched for happiness. Ben seemingly had it all. Now Patrick and Ben, currently divorced, meet at a fair, and suddenly Patrick is thrust into Ben’s life once again. He has no idea what he is getting himself into because, as much as Patrick desires Ben and vice versa, there are skeletons in both cupboards and both must make sacrifices in order to be together.
“Here.” I squatted down and Darrin climbed onto my shoulders. I nearly lost my hat in the process. I held his legs tightly to my chest as he sat down and I got back to my feet.
“Yeah!” Darrin screamed wildly.
“Try not to move too much.” My plea landed on deaf ears. He was higher than everyone and having a great time, being able to see the stage. He clapped along and, unable to resist the exuberance, I joined him.
Halfway through the second song, I caught Ben watching, smiling. He finished squeezing his way back to us and yelled at me.
“The girls will meet us in a few minutes. I couldn’t be mad when we were late already.”
Ben called up to Darrin when the song ended. “Okay, time to get down and eat.”
“Daaddd,” Darrin complained. “I‟m not hungry now.”
“Yes, you are,” Ben replied while helping him off me. We walked away from the noise to the food stands.
“Can Patrick come to my birthday party? He can give rides to my friends. No one would believe I had a giant!”
“Darrin!” Ben shouted. I turned my head away to suppress a laugh.
“That. Was. Not. Nice. Patrick is. Not. A giant.” He suppressed a laugh in spite of what he was saying. I couldn’t look. “Apologize. Right now.”
“I’m sorry,” Darrin mumbled. “Sorry, for what?” Ben was barely able to keep from laughing aloud.
“Sorry for calling you a giant.”
“That’s okay, Darrin.” “But you are, like, so big!”
“I’m sorry,” he mumbled again. Then he looked at his dad. “Can he still come to my birthday party?”
“Ask him.” Ben turned away quickly before adding, “…but no giant rides.” I could see his shoulders shaking.
“Will you come to my birthday party?” Darrin asked.
“If I’m not working, sure.” “Promise?” “Promise.”
“Wow, twice in a row,” Ben said sarcastically. “I should have introduced you two a while ago.”
We browsed one of the nearby stalls while waiting for Annie and Kathy. There was a photographer, but I politely declined when Ben asked about a new picture.
“When I get back into shape, maybe.” “Stop. You look good.” He grinned. I shook my head and smiled back. He ended up taking one with Darrin instead. Once the girls found us, we ate dinner, during which Darrin told Annie I was coming to his birthday party; Annie exchanged a private look with Kathy as if to say, “Stranger things have happened.”
Outside the main gates, I shook the girls’ hands one at a time, it was a goofy move but they giggled when my large hand enclosed each of theirs. Darrin hugged my leg and I patted him on the back while he made me promise to come to his party again. Last was Ben. The familiar hurt came back, the pain from the knowledge he’d go back to his life and I hadn’t resolved a damned thing.
He shook my hand and pulled me in for a hug without saying a word. Emotions welled up thru my eyes so I turned away immediately and put some distance between us.
“I’ll e-mail the details for the party,” he called loudly.
I raised my arm in acknowledgment, waving while walking away.
Although this is his debut story, Geoff has been writing on and off since he was a teenager, albeit for himself. When he finally took the plunge in 2012 and put his first story on the internet, he was surprised and overwhelmed by the positive and encouraging response. Geoff was born, raised, and lives in the Midwest and has spent most of his life driving between Chicago and Milwaukee. Currently, he lives in a little house, in a little town, outside another little town, with three cats, a dog, and his very supportive “Husbear.”
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