Blue Velvet

By Kim Davis

When Patrick Holt’s ex-boyfriend Clay Teal asks him to serve as the best man in his wedding to the man he left Patrick for, Patrick initially balks at the request. Even though he and Clay have been on fairly good terms since their breakup, Patrick is still bitter about the way Clay dumped him.

But after Patrick’s new boyfriend convinces him that being a part of Clay’s wedding would help to resolve the years of “issues” between the two men, Patrick reluctantly agrees.

In the weeks leading up to the big day, Patrick discovers he’s having a very hard time dealing with Clay’s upcoming nuptials. He also finds himself thinking more about his failed relationship with Clay and the events that led to their breakup. And, at the center of it all, was one lovely blue velvet jacket.

Will the same problems follow him into his new relationship?

• Language: English
• Publisher: JMS Books LLC
• Release date: Aug 26, 2017
• ISBN: 9781634864374

Kim Davis

Kim P. Davis, author and speaker, is the compiling editor ofVoices of the Faithful. For more than 13 years, she and her family served in Africa as missionaries. Kim is a journalism graduate of the University of Georgia. She and her husband have three children and one funny dog.

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Blue Velvet

By Kim Davis

Published by JMS Books LLC

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Copyright 2017 Kim Davis

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Published in the United States of America.

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NOTE: The characters in this story also appear in the author’s novel, Baggage, available from JMS Books.

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Blue Velvet

By Kim Davis

When I got a call from my ex at work one Thursday afternoon, asking if he could see me to discuss something, I immediately feared Clay had bad news to share. His tone was serious and he was not as talkative as usual.

Clay and I had broken up about a year and a half ago and we had both moved on to new partners, but we still ran into each other on occasion around Chicago and kept in touch. No, we didn’t talk on the phone every week or anything, but I knew how to reach him if I needed to and he knew how to reach me. The last time we’d seen each other was the previous year when I’d gone to his apartment to talk about my current boyfriend, Eric. He and I were having problems at the time and I wanted Clay’s advice on how to deal with them. Clay and I had been together for about four years before we’d broken up, and I figured, since he knew me better than I knew myself sometimes, he’d be able to help. Unfortunately, we’d ended up arguing about our own failed relationship instead of discussing my situation with Eric, and I vowed to never seek relationship advice from him again. I hadn’t seen Clay or heard from him since that day, so his request to meet now, months later, worried me.

Why can’t you tell me whatever you have to over the phone? I asked.

I’d prefer to see you in person, he said. Is there a good time I can come to the house so we can speak privately?

I told him to come over Saturday afternoon at three. Eric, an assistant manager at a hotel downtown, would be at work, so Clay and I would have the privacy he’d requested. Eric and I lived in the house Clay and I used to share.

After agreeing to meet Saturday, Clay hung up, and I sat in my office wondering what he wanted to talk about that couldn’t be discussed on the phone. My first thought was that he’d found