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 used to date Kenneth in your senior year, didn’t you?”


“For about four, five months.” Stella stared at him. “Are you making me a suspect in this because of that?”


“No, I wasn’t. I was just hoping that you might be able to give me a bit more insight.” Karl ignored the growl of his stomach again. That barbecue did smell good. “Did you see him after he went to the hospital?”


“Yes, I did. He came back into the hall about midnight, his head in bandages and ranting about how big the bill was.” Stella bit her lip. “He kept saying that he was going to get his lawyer in the morning to sue the hospital for pointless treatment.”


“Maybe if he hadn’t molested Deepan while he was being treated then it wouldn’t have been so high.”


“Wait, Deepan? As in Deepan Lad? I didn’t know he was back in Seattle.”


“Neither did I, until a couple of nights ago. He treated me after I had a run-in with a suspect.”


Chapter 25