Billy spends his evenings dreaming of love and excitement. His roommate Francis wonders why Billy would waste his time fantasizing about a straight mechanic he works with who won't even look his way.<br><br>But Xavier isn't straight, he's bisexual. And he's been stealing looks at Billy without getting caught. Billy's blue eyes make him feel proud, something he hasn't felt ever since his father left him to fend for himself. Part Mohawk, Xavier deals with racism both at work and at home, and is planning to hit the road and never return.<br><br>From their first kiss, the attraction between Billy and Xavier is undeniable, setting off a chain of events. Soon they're running off together, determine to start a new life in Mexico. But the open road, like their crazy love, is new, exciting, and at times ... dangerous.

Crazy Love

Xavier went to sit by him. Billy looked like he was a minute from falling apart. “Hey,” he whispered, putting his hand on Billy’s knee. “Do you mean your wallet?”


“No.” Billy was staring at the brown curtains in the window. “The note you wrote me. I had it in my wallet.”


Billy’s eyes were filling up and his bottom lip was quivering a little. “And my dad’s picture, too.”


If Billy shed a tear, he’d drive back over that bridge, down every damn road this country had, and he’d find that Grant bastard and tear his heart out. “Billy, please don’t do this to yourself. Not now.” He pulled Billy close, pressing his head to his chest and kissed his blond hair. “I need you to keep it together.”


Billy didn’t have any I.D. No money of his own. He was like a captive now—completely dependent of him. The Styrofoam cup was probably an excuse to let his emotions run wild.


Chapter 49