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

It rang, then a woman answered, “This is London’s phone.”


“Yes, but he’s busy.” There was an obvious party in the background.


“Would you please tell him Joel called?”


Maurie ran his hand through Joel’s hair. “Good boy.”


The shift got busy, and they ran from one call to another and backed up the patrol guys on beat calls. It wasn’t part of their job to take calls on beats, but the department was decimated in its ranks and moral obligation led them to supporting the poorly staffed patrol units.


Early Sunday morning, London trolled hookup sites, but he got bored, robotically jacked off, and got ready for his early shift. He tried to focus just on work, but memories intruded, of meeting Joel, dinner, and, yes, the sex. He felt empty.


An hour before his shift ended, he pulled his bus up to the bus stop on Cottle and Snell. Angela got on, dropping her fare into the box. London stared.


Chapter 7