Ryan Halloran is attracted to Boon Andrews the moment he sees him on the window cleaners’ gondola outside his high rise office. But horror sweeps through Ryan when a gondola cable snaps, and his call to 911 saves the lives of Boon and his co-worker. Although the near-fatal accident brings these two men together, never could two men be further apart in lifestyle and social status. Boon, a tattooed high school drop-out, wears earrings and dresses in frayed cutoffs and Doc Martens boots, and he cleans pools and windows for a living. Ryan, however, holds a master’s degree from the most famous film school in southern California and, as the elegant, cultured, and self-controlled vice president of a motion picture studio, he dresses in Versace suits and Bruno Magli shoes. Despite their differences, Ryan not only responds to Boon’s carefree spirit and relaxed manner, he lusts for him. And Boon discovers his craving for nude sex play with this man turns out not to be based on gratitude that Ryan saved his life, but out of love. As Ryan wrestles with work problems that could mean the loss of the film studio, he also falls deeply in love with the one-of-a-kind Boon. But when they start appearing in public together, and a former lover makes an appearance, the differences in their social status may well destroy their future.

Hangin' with My Window Man

“Chickens…you’re all nerveless chickens pecking around in the dirt. You’re not risk takers. Real men take risks!”


Since Ryan had no doubts about being a “real man,” he picked up his papers on the proposal and left the room.


By the time he’d left the office that evening, he felt the world was closing in on him. He was supposed to have dinner with Boon, Bear, and Dane at Boon’s house, but he’d be bad company. While on the drive there, he glanced at his gas gauge and saw he needed to fill up. He took the next freeway off-ramp. As the gas flowed into the tank, he thought it best if he steadied himself first with a drink. A drink in a bar, surrounded by the clinks of glasses and the liquids being poured into them, the smell of alcohol and the taste of cherries and olives as it all blended with the muted sounds of patrons talking and laughing would break his dark mood. His day had left him with the threat of a tension headache and he figured a drink would relieve him of that, too.


Chapter 18