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It happened rather suddenly for Tate Blackwood: that urge to make his father happy, proving how much he loved the man. The owner of Mr. Persimmon’s Little Bookshop kept engulfing his thoughts: Persimmon’s handsome look; their simple chat together inside Tate’s office; the way Tate had mysteriously, almost unconditionally, connected to Persimmon, but didn’t want to admit such a truth.
Truth be told, he couldn’t get Persimmon out of his head: the guy’s well-built body, handsome smile, and intoxicating eyes. Nothing screamed crazy about the bookseller. On the contrary, Paul Persimmon came across as being a nice guy, sane, intelligent, and honest. Why wouldn’t Tate heed his father’s advice and try a relationship with a man? What did Tate really have to lose besides…everything?