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

“You’re Karl Fletcher, aren’t you? You had the best pitching record in the Major League Baseball when you played.”


“I take it you’ve been following my career.”


“Zafar did. He got me into baseball. He would watch the Seattle games religiously.” Helen smiled. “You were incredible to watch. Zafar couldn’t take his eyes off you. Said you were the one who kept the team from collapsing with that mean right arm.”


Karl was stunned. Zafar had never said anything to him about his baseball. They kept their distance for the most part.


“Yes. I think he admired you.” Helen swallowed. “He would have loved to have seen you again. Zafar commented about looking you up. Talk about old times.”


Karl didn’t know what to say to that. Something about it wasn’t right. Zafar wouldn’t have looked him up just to talk about old times. Something else was going on.


Chapter 13