Jim Newsome is the CEO of a food services consulting firm, working primarily for the healthcare industry. He wears a shoe lift due to a childhood accident that shortened his leg. Whenever he acquires a new client -- typically a hospital -- Jim goes undercover to get a firsthand look at the problems before reporting his findings, and possible solutions. His current assignment hasn’t been an easy one, and Jim’s relieved it will all be over at the end of the week. Then Jim meets Lance Lamas, an orthopedic specialist. Lance tries to strike up a conversation, but Jim isn’t playing nice. But Lance’s relentless pursuit pays off, and the two men go out on a double date with friends. The evening ends in the best way possible, and when Jim reveals who he really is, Lance knows he wants to keep him -- shoe lift, dirty mouth, and all.

To Lift My Sole

Shortly after this, we left the restaurant, pleasantly full as we decided what to do next.


“So are you going to let me take you home with me?” Lance stared at me, salacious.


“Somehow I think you have ulterior motives.”


“Everything concerning you isan ulterior motive.”


I studied him for a minute. Should I let him? Did I even remember how to be with someone anymore?


“Don’t think so hard. If nothing happens, that’s fine, too. I’ll call you a cab, or drive you home, or you can crash on the couch. I’ll keep my hands to myself, maybe.”


I laughed. “Well, when you put it that way, how can I resist?”


He smiled broadly at me, took my hand to escort me the short distance to his place.


His condo was on the top floor. We had the elevator to ourselves, and Lance took full advantage by pulling me to his side and nibbling on my ear. I let him. After all, who was I to stop fate?


Chapter 9