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

How liberating, Mason mused. How very interesting. “Well, I’m a bit of a car guy but when it comes to everything else I don’t need anything too fancy. This works for me.” He hooked both his suitcases, one in each hand, and tugged them out of the trunk. “Come on. I think you’ll like it when you get inside.”


The key was in the box by the door as it always was—the wee one that opened with a wee door handle and had a wee pencil and wee notebook inside wherewith one could scratch a “sorry I missed you” on it, hand-painted with the requisite cornflower blue blossoms and squiggly vines. That key unlocked the blue front door set in the pine trim and topped with the sparkling clean window that was draped with the blue and cream checkered fabric. The door opened to an entrance with gleaming wide-board wood flooring that led to the main room of the lower level.


Chapter 11