Deepan vowed never to come back to Seattle after surviving the hell that was high school. Being a gay Muslim doesn't go down well with anyone. But the temptation of a better paid job in his hometown was too great, and now Deepan finds he's either brought a stalker with him or the stalker is already here. And things are escalating. When his only salvation lies in his former crush, Deepan finds his lust hasn't gone away. In fact, with time, it's only grown more intense.<br><br>Karl had a high-flying career as a baseball star until injury forced him out. Now he's a cop, and going back to school isn't what he has in mind when he's called to a scene where a former classmate has been murdered in the middle of their high school reunion.<br><br>It isn't until he learns Deepan might be at the center of the case that Karl discovers what he really wants out of life. And who.

Resurfaced

“When did you become a cop? I thought you were going to be a baseball player for many years to come.”


“I was planning to.” Karl made a face. “But eight years ago, I was sucker-punched during a game when it got volatile between the Mariners and the Twins. One of the twins was being a shit and we didn’t like that. I got hit hard enough that my jaw was fractured.”


“Pretty much.” Karl chuckled. “Few people get the opportunity to claim they could taste spinal fluid.”


“Fuck.” Deepan knew how dangerous that was. Karl was lucky to be alive. “And you’re now a cop? Are you sure you’re in the right job?”


“I recovered well enough. And you know I always said if I couldn’t be a baseball player, I would be a cop. So that’s what I am.”


Deepan had to admire that. Karl never let anything get him down. He held up the syringe.


“This is just something to numb your arm so it’ll be easier to stitch you up. You okay with that?”


Chapter 3