Chapter 1

The grandfather clock in the hallway began to chime five. All was on schedule. The pork tenderloin was just about ready, the water for the baby carrots, snow peas and sweet potatoes was just coming to the boil. Dessert and a tossed salad were chilling in the fridge. Sam took a moment to run a critical eye over the table setting: his dad’s best china, a bunch of roses from Mrs. Jenkins’ garden, the candlesticks Zack had picked up at a yard sale the previous year, and Zack’s special gift safely tucked away in the top drawer of the bureau.

“Fourteen years. Who’d have thunk it.”

Who’d have thought Sam, big, goofy, easy-going Sam would have been able to attract—much less keep—Zackary Pierce. Zack was the most handsome, hell, fuckin’ studliest jock at their high school. Sam knew Zack could have had anyone he’d have wanted, boy or girl. But after that fateful night Zack had been his.

Sure, the two of them had had their challenges. For a long time Zack hadn’t felt comfortable coming out to anyone. However, it didn’t take a genius to work out that something in the normally cocky, pussy-hunting Zack had changed. Zack no longer partied every weekend. He no longer chased after anything in a skirt, and he no longer drank, or smoked dope.

Sam hadn’t had to force Zack into sobriety, Zack had chosen that course all on his own. When they were by themselves Zack was loving, even clingy and needful. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” Zack would often say.

Sam knew without a doubt Zack had been the best thing that’d ever happened to him. They would spend hours just lying in each other’s arms, kissing. Heck, even after fourteen years that was still their favorite thing to do.

College had presented them with their biggest challenge. Zack had gotten a football scholarship and was paranoid that his team mates would find out about him and Sam being a couple. Yes, they’d argued, and more than once one or the other of them had spent the night sleeping on the sofa in their tiny off-campus apartment. But their love for each other had seen them through. After his final game Zack had gathered the team around him and come out. Sam had only learned about this after the event. Zack hadn’t wanted to tell him in advance just in case he’d chickened out.

Turned out most of them knew or at least suspected. Zack had said one or two assholes couldn’t get their heads around the fact their first-string quarterback was queer, but had to admit despite being a fag, Zack was the shit where football was concerned.

Sam had punched Zack on the shoulder at that point and told him he was showing off. Then he’d kissed him passionately, telling his partner he was proud of him.

Zack coming out had meant Sam could do the same, and wasted no opportunity in doing so. Zack and Sam had been a nine-day-wonder, and college life had soon got back to normal for the most part. Except Zack and Sam had occasionally been seen walking across campus holding hands.

The second biggest challenge they’d faced was telling Zack’s parents. It hadn’t gone well. Zack, although he’d never admit it, idolized his dad, constantly seeking his approval. Sam had had to sit up for many nights trying to answer impossible questions posed by an inconsolable Zack. The words and accusations flung around the night of Zack’s coming out had been harsh, hurtful and damaging.

Eventually, after a huge amount of patience and promises to try hard to understand, a kind of agreement had been brokered between father and son. Alas, they’d never managed to recapture what had once been. Sam was always civil and polite to Mr. Pierce, and the old man would grunt, nod and ask Sam if he wanted a glass of Bourbon. Although not liking the stuff—it reminded Sam too much of the night when he’d come across a drunk and highly distraught Zack—Sam would accept a glass, just to keep the peace. But each time Mr. Pierce offered a refill Sam would decline. Mr. Pierce seemed to judge the worth of a man by how much liquor he could hold. Though it wasn’t easy, Sam always managed to keep his own counsel.

Sam had gotten a job in the local police department, while Zack continued his medical studies, then had done his residency. Zack’s long hours had meant they’d seen little of each other. But all that meant was they had to be more creative in using what time they did have together.

Now—Sam smiled to himself—their careers had reached a point where they could afford to relax a little, even take the occasional vacation together.