on his own feet and cause himself ridiculous injuries. Lane should have someone who had two good legs and a lot less baggage than Oliver.
Lane leaned down and pressed a soft kiss across Oliver’s forehead. “I’ve never been known for making good choices, but I think you’re the best one I’ve made yet. Unless you are trying to find a good way to tell me you’d rather not get together with an ex-porn star…”
“No!” Oliver interrupted Lane, anxious to correct that thought right away. “Your past has no bearing on how I think of you.”
Lane smiled. “Good, neither does yours.”
“But you never killed anybody,” Oliver said. A gasp escaped him as he realized what he said. He clamped a hand across his mouth.
“Is that what you think?” Patrick asked, drawing Oliver’s attention away from Lane’s shocked gaze.
Oliver nodded then shook his head. He lowered his hand to speak. “Sometimes I wonder if there was some way I could’ve avoided the truck. If maybe we had taken a different road. Dave had wanted to take a different route and visit some small towns along the way. I just wanted to get there. If I’d listened to Dave, we would’ve both made it safely."
There. He’d said it. He’d confessed the truth. It was all his fault.
Lane wrapped a careful arm around Oliver. “Honey, you couldn’t have known. And who’s to say it wasn’t fate and by taking the other road something else would’ve happened? You can’t predict the future.”
Tears dripped down Oliver’s face. He’d never vocalized his secret belief before. Maybe if Dave had been driving or if they’d taken a different road. By his choices, he’d killed his lover.
“I…”
“No! It isn’t your fault!” Lane said firmly.
For the first time, Oliver believed that.
“I’ll go see if I can find the doctor. You should be able to go home now that you are awake.” Patrick said.
Oliver nodded but almost immediately regretted that motion. “What time is it?”
“Five in the evening. You hit your head pretty hard.” Patrick flashed Oliver a sympathetic smile before leaving the room.
“I just got here,” Lane said. “I was overseeing the camera placement for the web cam shows.”
Oliver had forgotten that part of Lane’s company. “Do you think that will cut into Vance’s business?”
Lane shook his head. “I doubt it. He doesn’t have any live shows. We have considered combining our services, but I want to be an independent company for now. I’ve worked for someone else for my entire life. Now is about standing on my own two feet. I have a feeling if I mix my work with Vance's, it will become his business only because he’s the one with experience.”
“Makes sense,” Oliver agreed.
He licked his dry lips. Lane’s eyes tracked the movement of Oliver’s tongue. To Oliver’s surprise, his cock returned the interest in Lane’s gaze by hardening and creating a tent out of his sheet.
“Want me to give you a hand with that?” Lane asked.
Oliver laughed. “I think that only happens in bad porn videos. In real life, you try not to be caught in compromising positions by the hospital staff.”
Lane shook his head. “In a porn video, the doctor would be a hot stud who’d join in the fun.”
“Sadly, this is real life and I’m not willing to strip naked on film,” someone said.
Oliver’s gaze went to the doorway. A gorgeous doctor with silver in his hair and bright blue eyes stood in the doorway.
“That’s a shame,” Oliver blurted out. He knew his cheeks probably turned even brighter. “It’s the medication,” he pointed to the IV stuck in his arm.
“That’s saline.” The doctor said with a smile.
Oliver shrugged. The doctor didn’t appear upset, so he didn’t offer an apology.
“Let’s take a look and see if you are doing well enough to go home, shall we?” the doctor asked.
Oliver gave a careful nod. He didn’t want to shake his head around too much. It ached from the stitches and