Barry Logan’s day starts out shitty and continues to go down the crapper. His car breaks down in the Middle of Nowhere, Colorado. The only mechanic for miles is out of town, forcing Barry to hole up and await his return. Bored and hungry, Barry goes to the town’s only bar in search of food and entertainment. The former is almost inedible, but his interest in the latter is piqued when two specimens of cowboy perfection walk in. Barry has always had a thing for cowboys, and he’s been on a mission to get up close and personal with as many as possible before flying home to England. Having two cowboys at the same time would be a new experience, and one Barry is eager to try. So when the two men leave the bar, Barry follows in hot pursuit. He overhears them arguing about whose turn it is to bottom that night. Without thinking, Barry offers his services. Jimmy Pierce and Jake Wilson drive Barry back to the Double J ranch for a night of wild passion he won’t forget. The next morning, Barry wakes in an empty bed to a beeping smoke alarm. It seems the ranch cook quit the night before, leaving Jimmy, Jake, and their three ranch hands to fend for themselves. Barry immediately takes charge. His cooking meets with everyone’s approval, and he agrees to stay on both in the kitchen and in Jimmy’s and Jake’s bed. The two cowboys are physically demonstrative, both with each other as well as with Barry, who finds himself falling fast for both of them. It’s like a dream come true -- Barry has two men and a job he loves. But petty jealousies, rivalries, and miscommunications threaten to shatter the dream, and when Barry’s scheming ex shows up, things get even worse. Sandwiched between two cowboy lovers, has Barry bitten off more than he can chew?

Cowboy Sandwich

“Ready for your birthday cake, babe?” Jake asked.


“Of course,” Jimmy said. “That was one of the reasons why I was gone the other day. I had to drive to a gay-owned bakery to fetch it.”


Barry was touched. “You didn’t have to go to all that trouble.”


“The hell we didn’t,” Jake insisted.


Barry wasn’t sure why there was a need for a gay-owned bakery. Did it have pink icing or something? He guessed he was about to find out because Jimmy hailed the waitress and asked her to bring out their cake.


Barry’s first impression as the cake was carried toward him to a chorus of Happy Birthday to You was of its height and the fact it was plain white. Then he saw the three candles, which made him laugh. blue, red, with a purple one in-between. 


“We didn’t think we’d get away with dick-shaped candles here,” Jake said.


“Well, looks like the server has figured out we’re all fags and she’s given up on trying to bed us,” Liam said.


Chapter 55