Fiction critic Micah Berk makes a point to spend as much time as possible with neighbor and pianist Tuck Martini. During twenty days of a particularly hot August on the shores of Lake Erie, the two men fall head over heels in love.<br><br>A year later and life has unexpectedly changed for Micah. He meets and falls hard for Carl Bascoe, an irresistible and dark-haired carpenter. Carl is witty, romantic, and the sweetest guy along the lake.<br><br>What happens when events from Micah’s past mix with those in his present? What will Micah do when various ties between his twenty days with Tuck and his current days with Carl begin to unravel? Will Micah finally experience the true meaning of endless love?

20 Days of Tuck

It was a tough drive, I admit today. No, it was grueling and comprised of tears and loneliness and bedlam within the folds of my fucked up and grieving mind. All I could think about was that first evening when Miss Kitty was yelling about a baby grand, almost falling to my death, and how Tuck caught me in his hulking arms. Then I thought of our nights under the stars, drinking, laughing, and enjoying each other’s company. Steak dinners, bookstore visits, and going to the movies all popped into my head like short films. It was a maddening drive that offered nothing but depression for me and lots of tears.


As predicted, I arrived at Tuck’s aunt’s house at two in the afternoon. The abode was a triangular-shaped Tudor with three floors, no front porch, and tiny windows. It resembled a structure out of a fairy tale. There was an asphalt drive to the left, an ivy garden to the right of the drive, and a mailbox shaped like the house, near the front street


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