Jay Anderson lives next door to the ruggedly handsome man of his dreams, detective Drake Hanover. He wishes their friendship could turn into more, but there's a problem -- Drake's ex-boyfriend, who has a habit of calling Drake after his breakups. After Drake once again caters to the whims of his ex, Jay about gives up hope Drake will ever see him as anything but the sweet, young twink next door.<br><br>Drake notices the sexy Jay -- who wouldn't? -- but the decade age difference between them and his needy ex keep him from thinking he could ever be more than Jay’s friend.<br><br>When his ex’s behavior gets to be too much even for Drake and the selfish man manages to hurt Jay, Drake realizes his feelings for Jay go far beyond friendship. Now if he could just convince Jay before Jay becomes his ex-neighbor.

Finally His

If Drake thinking of him as a little brother wasn’t a sobering thought, Jay didn’t know what was. It wasn’t as though he didn’t guess that Drake didn’t think of him at all sexually, but to have the words flung in his face with such finality, he just wanted to, well, be sick.


“Fuck.” His eyes wide, Jay covered his mouth quickly as he realized that’s exactly what was about to happen. He turned and ran down the hall to the bathroom.


God, could he be any more embarrassing? He dropped to the floor and upchucked into the toilet. When he was done, he struggled to his feet and held onto the bathroom sink. He frowned at his pale reflection.


“You look fucking fantastic,” he snarled at his own face. His skin white, his eyes red, his hair crazy messed up like some mad scientist. Jay doubted he’d ever looked worse. And over three stupid glasses of wine?


Chapter 7