Justin O'Dwyer is 19. Four days ago, his mother died of a drug overdose, and now Justin is back in Enterprise, Oregon, trying to figure out how to raise the younger siblings he's afraid of losing to the foster system. Justin is completely out of his depth. Harper is six, and hates him. Wyatt is four and doesn't remember him. And baby Scarlett, at fourteen months, has never even met her big brother before. When Scarlett gets sick and won't stop screaming, and when Harper runs off in the middle of the night, Justin is at the end of his tether. In desperation, he knocks on a neighbor's door begging for help.<br><br>Del Abbot is 38, and living in his grandparents' old place in Enterprise after his marriage broke down and he lost his restaurant in the divorce. He's a chef, even had his own show on cable for a while, but now he's looking for a new start, if he could just figure out what exactly that entails. When the O'Dwyer family barrels into his life one night, Del can't refuse to help. What begins as a trip to the hospital becomes a regular child-minding gig while Justin struggles to find his feet. And the more time Del spends with Justin, the more they both want more than friendship. But small town life comes with its own bigotry, and, in Justin's case, that bigotry has always been close to home.<br><br>When an act of violence threatens to destroy the small family they've built, both Justin and Del need to put aside their pasts and reach for their future together.

Family Recipe

In his dream, the neighbor dipped his face against the curve where Justin’s neck met his shoulder and kissed him there, and his beard was soft and scratchy at the same time and Justin whimpered and moaned as he melted into the sensation.


“That’s it,” the neighbor crooned. “I’ve got you.”


Justin learned back, pushing his ass against the hardness of the neighbor’s erection. He was buzzing with sensation, every nerve in his body simultaneously numb and alight. He felt like he was drunk, or high. He wanted to turn around, to face the man, to kiss him, but a part of him knew that would break the spell, and Justin wanted to live here in this fantasy for as long as possible. He moaned, the noise made thin and thready with desperation.


“That’s it, baby,” the neighbor said his breath hot against Justin’s throat. “I’ll give you what you need.”


Chapter 11