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

A few hours later, or at least judging by the time on the large grandfather clock in the bedroom, Drake woke in an empty bed.


He ran his hand over his eyes, rubbing sleep from them. He could hear the sound of the shower in the master bath, so he imagined that’s where Ross had gone.


He was fucking a guy who’d just barely broken up with his boyfriend. And really, they probably hadn’t broken up, it was just a fight. Once again he was Ross’s rebound fuck and he felt like a piece of shit.


Every time Ross snapped his fingers, Drake ran to his side like a puppy. What was it about Ross that he just couldn’t seem to let go?


When he’d first met Ross, the man had been sweet and cute, and easily wormed his way into Drake’s heart. Everyone’s really. The stunningly gorgeous, vivacious, clever young man had been very popular. And Drake had fallen hard.


Chapter 9