Be it unrequited fascination with his straight best friend or impossible fantasies of rekindled interest with his heartbreaking ex, Mason has no clue why the perfect connection seems to keep slipping through his fingers. When another lonely holiday seems like too much weight to shoulder, Mason gives up on romance and seeks out the next best thing -- rented company. Jack is everything a person could want in an escort: willing, hot, and built like an angel.<br><br>Mason can't resist. After all, who wouldn't be interested in a guy who loves kid's movies, is a self-professed Peter Pan, and has no problem throwing caution to the wind at a moment's notice. But then interest quickly blooms into a whole new emotion -- an emotion that Mason knows far too well, especially when Jack has no interest in returning it, preferring to keep his heart safely tucked away in Neverland.

Second Star to the Right

Mason took a quick breath and turned a half-inch towards the man, opening his mouth to offer some kind of greeting and was once again denied dialogue.


The words were defiant though the tone was still flat, and Mason swallowed back a nervous laugh. “Oh. Well. It’s a long drive. Out to the lake. We’re going to the lake. Did Amelia tell you about the lake?”


His mind screamed at him to shut up, his sense of self begged him to get a grip, but no matter how Mason tried he couldn’t stop himself from sounding like a complete and utter idiot. Not even when the man huffed a reply that Mason could only take as “Of course she did, what are you fucking stupid?”


Then as quickly as Mason’s tongue had stopped, it started back up again. “It’s going to take about three hours. Long drive. Kind of. Longish.”


Chapter 8