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

“Not really. I was good at sport, but that was it. I was lucky just to get on the team because I had the talent. It was about popularity, not talent. And my year was very nasty. Lots of cliques. If you weren’t part of them, you were nothing. And I wasn’t part of any of them.”


Karl loved baseball, and he didn’t mind the lessons. He just didn’t have much love for the people he went to school with. Most of them. Life after high school was certainly much better.


“Sounds like my school days. And I never understood why people talked as if school days were the best days of their lives? They certainly weren’t for me, or I wouldn’t be on anti-depressants right now.”


But he had a lot of friends in the major league who helped him out with that. They knew how to cheer him up. Karl wondered what they would think of his predicament right now.


Chapter 11