Grover “Shep” Shepherd is the only thing Felix Medrano loves more than being the current darling of Hollywood. He throws a star-studded surprise engagement party to declare their love to the world, and it’s a smash, save for one detail: Shep is a no-show. Felix knows Shep missed his flight home from New Orleans, but that was hours ago. What’s the hold up?<br><br>Shep’s still at the airport is what, watching flight after flight wing westward without him. Each time he sends Felix a progress report via text message, Felix replies with a romantic photo from their past, and Shep spends much of his airport odyssey Remembering When. It’s easy to see how these two fell in love, but can Shep possibly make it home in time to celebrate with Felix and their friends?

Say Cheese

They slept like puppies in a basket. Snuggled in a corner of Felix’s bed, they stirred only occasionally, to pull the other closer, or to plant tiny kisses on the nearest bit of naked, until the sun’s triumph over the flimsy pull-down blinds insisted on its due recognition. Now Shep knew Felix’smorning breath, and Felix the extent of Shep’s spectacular dishwater bedhead. Felix had seen Shep’s alarmingly hairy ass, and Shep discovered that Felix wasn’t necessarily a grower or a shower. There was nothing left to do but stroll hand in hand down the street, plunk down for a couple of Ernestine’s bottomless mimosas, and make moon eyes at each other over two eggs and toast.


Chapter 7