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

“That asshole. Why’d he change his number?”


London finally walked home, hating his empty apartment. He wanted a relationship. Hell, he wanted someone to marry, a man who he could love and be loved back. Someone who liked writing and reading and hiking and going to dinners and the beach. He longed for someone to cry his eyes out to. Someone to trust.


“Shit.” He went to sleep, thinking of Joel.


London worked more extra shifts to fill his life. He was always rated highly, and he enjoyed driving the county transit buses and always gave excellent service.


Mrs. Shapiro got on board as she always did on Friday afternoon.


“Good day, Mrs. S. How are you? You’re looking fine. If I were straight, I’d ask you out.” He smiled.


“Oh, London, really? But I’m seventy, and you’re only thirty or so. Would you really ask me out?” She dropped her fare into the box and sat close to him. “Why are you upset?”


Chapter 11