There's nothing like a fresh start, and for Randy, still nursing wounds left by a cheating ex and harboring a deep mistrust for all things corporate, Wolf, Wyoming seems like the perfect place to start over. Secluded, quiet, and self-sufficient, Wolf is bound to not only inspire, but to bring Randy the peace he needs. The view's not bad, either.<br><br>Vaughn O'Connell and his family are Randy's only neighbors for miles, and while Randy knows it's somewhat unlikely that a man with three kids is gay, it doesn't hurt to look. When a misunderstanding brings Randy face to face with both Vaughn and his eighteen-year-old son, Lyle, Randy's not sure what to feel about either of them.<br><br>But things are not what they appear in Wolf, and the closer Randy gets, the stranger the O'Connell family seems.

Wolf, WY

Vaughn shot a quick glance over his shoulder as if gauging the reaction he was stirring up. “Also, counselor, would you care to tell me what’s been done to get this truck ready for winter?”


Vaughn’s tone was condescending enough to make Randy wish he could grow knives from his knuckles à la Wolverine. Yet even as he imagined himself slashing the expression off Vaughn’s face, Randy choked on his words. “Y-you know what? You just know what the hell what? I’m not doing this with you, Mr. O’Connell, okay? I’m just not. As much as I appreciate the efforts of you keeping a big ol’ eye out for my trees and trundling over with your overbearing-father chat when my truck breaks down, I am, in fact, a big boy. I actually can look out for myself quite nicely. Furthermore, if you feel the need to bestow a title on me, then Mr. Connor will work just fine. I wasa lawyer. I’m not anymore. So, let it go.”


The half-smile Vaughn gave as reply didn’t do anything to soothe Randy.


Chapter 13