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

As they feared, the nearest patrol officer was miles away, and they were in the far south end of the city, making things worse for back-up.


The car ran a red light, turning north onto Almaden Expressway. The driver gunned it.


Joel activated the siren and emergency lights, hidden behind the grill, his pulse pounding. “Dispatch, we’re in pursuit, Northbound Almaden Expressway approaching Redmond. Excess of ninety. Code Thirty!” Joel had never called a Code Thirty, the most serious of any officer needs helpcalls. Officers from around the city and nearby jurisdictions would respond, and they’d need the help assuming this was the murder suspect.


They continued. Maurie said, “Take deep breaths, kid, stay focused.”


At Blossom Hill Road, a major intersection, the Plymouth ran the red at high speed, clipped one car, and slammed into another before hitting a light pole. The driver exited and ran.


Chapter 13