Fourteen years ago, on the banks of Craving’s Creek, Ryde swore to his best friend Alistair he’d never be alone in the world. Though Alistair was destined for the priesthood, there was something beyond holy about the first kiss they shared. But a fun camping trip went horribly wrong when Alistair was involved in a horrific incident. Now, at age thirty-one, Ryde’s life is a mess of alcohol and the painful imprint of his last look into Alistair’s desperate eyes. Since the evil they encountered on that shore, his first love has been lost to him ... until he learns a friend’s wedding is to be officiated by a priest named Father Alistair Genet. Amid the rush of emotions, one thought crystallizes: Ryde’s love for Alistair has never died. It’s stronger than ever. But can it win over the repressed memories slowly tearing Alistair’s mind apart?

Craving's Creek

“Nothing, nothing.” I take his hand and kiss it. “How you feeling?”


His face is very pale and his eyes are haunted still. “Just tired. And I have a headache.”


“Let’s go home.” I grab his jacket and mine. “We’ll see you next week, Jamie.”


Jamie accompanies us to the door. “Alistair, call me on Wednesday, please.”


Without a word, Alistair throws his arms around Jamie’s neck and hugs him. “Thank you,” he says, and quickly walks away to the elevator doors.


“He has faith in you,” I say to Jamie, catching the look of affection in his eyes.


“And I in him.” Jamie turns away and quietly shuts his door.


“Can I put another marshmallow here?” Peaches is already pushing the pink marshmallow into the pink icing on the cake.


My birthday cake looks like something you’d serve at a sweet sixteen party to a room full of cheerleaders. It’s the gayest cake I’ve ever seen and I think I love it.


Chapter 66