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

Still amazed at the view and the feelings it stirred in him, Billy climbed out of the truck.


Meeting him at the front, Xavier immediately wrapped his arm around Billy’s shoulders and held him tight. “I don’t want you to get cold. Just wanted you to see this. Just wanted to be herewith you.” Holding on to Billy, he looked away at the city lights and the wind blew a few loose strands of his hair into his eyes. “Where it all started. No, wait—I mean, where it all starts.”


Billy nestled himself closer to Xavier, everything making sense again. There was nothing to fear anymore. His heart beat steady and calmly. “It’s so beautiful.”


“You know,” Xavier said, close to Billy’s ear, his breath warming his skin, “there was a little Indian village here, just at the base of the mountain. And one day, there was a fire. The priests blamed an Indian man. Wrote Philip D’Orléans, asking for help. Asking the regent for the King of France to order the Indians to move.”


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