London is closing in on thirty and love-starved. He’s a county bus driver and rides his bike to work. One day while riding past a home, he sees a woman fall and goes to help. Her name is Angela, and London is surprised to learn she’s his favorite author of gay erotic stories. She’s welcoming and loving, so unlike his distant parents, and the two become friends.<br><br>Joel is Angela’s son and the first openly gay officer in the San Jose Police Department. He visits his mom when she has London over for dinner as a way of saying thanks for saving her. At first Joel distrusts London, but attraction simmers between them.<br><br>Both men tend to rush into relationships and bed new lovers, which usually screws things up. So it’s no surprise that, on the first date, they end up in bed together. But London mistakes Joel’s constant clock checking for boredom and leaves, upset. Angela smooths things over, but a chance email sends London running again. Will they be able to overcome his insecurities and make a life together?

Love Is in the Script

Joel answered in typical abrupt police fashion. “Conchetti.”


“It’s Wilson from homicide. You and Shapiro handled a beating victim who showed up at the ER last night. I want to know what the victim said.”


He sighed. “I wrote a report. To sum it up, ‘Fuck you. I don’t talk without my attorney.’”


“Did you push him for a statement?”


“No. It was a misdemeanor assault. He’s got a long record. Why does homicide care?”


Wilson was always a jerk overall, but he also sported an anti-gay tone. Irritated at the silence to his question, Joel cooed in a falsetto voice, “Okay then, thanks for the call, sweetie.”


Wilson barked back. “The beating victim’s a triple homicide suspect.”


“You could have told the night dicks.”


“From detectives? That bites.” He ended the call, got up, ate cold Chinese food, and fantasized about London.


He checked his watch several hundred times and called his mother, knowing she’d go on about a number of issues.


Chapter 4