Laurie Parkinson, who’s lived in Laurel Hills all his life, is a gay sheet metal worker who’d rather be a gay hairdresser. Wheat Dupuis, who’s also gay, is the scion of one of Laurel Hill’s wealthiest families. He’d rather grow grapes than become CFO of Dupuis International. Laurie wakes one morning to discover his family gone and his town decimated by a bacteria that has lain dormant for millennia, incased in ice. With the melting of the ice caps, the bacteria is released, and mankind faces a pandemic that could surpass the Black Plague. Wheat and his family are on their way to safety when the unthinkable happens and he’s left behind. Laurie knows of a bunker in the woods outside Laurel Hill, where he intends to take refuge. On the way there, Laurie finds and rescues Wheat. Can two such dissimilar men work together through a pandemic to find their families ... and possibly find love, as well?

Pandemic

And of course Wheat was right behind him, hefting the baseball bat and with an obstinate twist to his lips.


Laurie shook his head and didn’t bother objecting. Instead, he matched the number on a key to the number on a door, then unlocked it and entered cautiously. It was dark—the curtains had been drawn and the only light came from the opened door—and it smelled musty, but nothing like the motel’s lobby, thank God. He turned on his flashlight and examined the interior. There was a four-poster queen-sized bed, a dresser with a useless television on it, an alcove that served as a closet, and a door that led to a bathroom, but nothing else.


“Okay, it’s empty. Tell the others this room is good to go.”


He went into the adjoining bathroom and turned on the faucet, relieved when the water ran, even though it was warm. When he returned to the main room, everyone was standing there, even Vic.


“Decide who wants this room. I’m going to check the others.”


Chapter 49