Dean, a struggling financial analyst from New York City, embarks on a vacation to Cape Cod to get away from the daily grind. Right from the start, the vacation seems to be a disappointment. At first he doesn’t meet anybody interesting, and then, to make matters worse, the wrong kind of person. When a group of guys invite him to join them at a local bar, Dean’s luck -- and possibly his future -- changes immediately. Dynamic Marco, a travel planner from Boston, doesn’t take no for an answer. With his charming Italian looks and compelling character, he pursues Dean and quickly wins him over. They spend the rest of Dean’s vacation together, but Marco wants more. Too soon, Dean’s vacation comes to an end. Both Dean and Marco are determined to continue their dalliance, but the odds are stacked against them, and they are left with all the challenges of a long-distance romance. As both men are equally committed to their jobs, will they be able to overcome the distance and differences separating them, especially when Dean starts to have doubts about Marco’s carefree lifestyle? Do they have a future together?

Nine Days in Provincetown

“That wasn’t part of the wager. I’m not going to have some ranger come along and think we’re having sex in the water.”


“Oh, for God’s sake. You certainly are shy. Was there some Italian relative of yours on the boat with the Puritans when they landed here in Massachusetts in the 1600s?”


They swam for a few minutes, both men becoming accustomed to the warm water. Dean didn’t want to get out, and swam over to Marco, put his arm around him and kissed him.


“I’m going to get out and work on my tan a bit,” said Marco, grabbing his trunks which were floating in the water next to him.


And just in time. “Morning, boys,” came the voice of a female park ranger. They had not seen her approach as she was hidden behind the sand dune. “How’s the water?”


Marco held his trunks underwater in front of his crotch. “Good morning, ma’am.”


“I’m glad you’re not swimming naked,” she said, eyeing Dean’s dry swim trunks under the tree. “You do know you could be cited for that, right?”


Chapter 15