Thomas Durling escaped his small-town upbringing for over ten years, until a single phone call drew him back. Told his mother has been diagnosed with early onset Alzheimer’s, he returns to the small northern Michigan town he once called home to find a mute stranger taking care of her in his stead.<br><br>On the surface, Andre seems harmless enough, but Thomas has enough problems trying to deal with his mother’s illness. He doesn’t need a gorgeous young man to distract him, especially in a town that drove him away once already with its homophobia.<br><br>But Andre has nowhere else to go. A wolf without a pack, he’s been on the run since witnessing his father’s murder, always looking over his shoulder, never looking ahead. Taking care of Thomas’s mother has given him a welcome sanctuary, as well as a place he can call home for a couple months. He wants to stay, but more importantly, he wants to help, even if Thomas isn’t ready to accept that they could actually be friends ...

Moon-Touched

Andre led the way to the kitchen, but the rear view, covered as it was, was as tempting as the front. He flipped the lights on as he entered, and Thomas squinted as the flickering fluorescents overhead burned their way onto his retinas. By the time he’d adjusted to it, Andre already had the notepad thrust in his face.


Thomas rolled his eyes. “Nobody heals that fast.”


I do. As if to prove his assertion, he opened his hand and faced it palm out. It was as perfect as the rest of him. Well, except for the scars.


He frowned. There had been a lot of blood. They’d had to change the Band-Aid when they were done with the dishes because it had soaked through. Cuts like that didn’t just go away.


But what was he going to say? The proof stared him in the face. Andre waited for him to respond, a look of mild annoyance on his fine features.


Chapter 12