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

Randy shrank against the door. Skin tore under Vaughn’s right eye as though an invisible switch had been let loose and sliced right through.


“Now!” Vaughn growled. “You have to go now! Don’t make me fucking tell you again!”


As though watching the same horror scene over again, the canine tooth underneath Vaughn’s curled lip began to descend. Randy slapped the door. He fumbled for the handle. And when it let go, before Randy had even managed to twist the knob, Randy fell into the house in such a panic that he barely felt the dagger of pain in his knee.


Chapter 65