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

Internalizing completed the sentence: “…worldwide.”


Jack eyed him. “This is what you wanted—”


“Yes,” Mason smiled. He did, he told himself. He wanted to talk and chat and be normal. He just didn’t want to talk about anything that could get the conversation back to money or assets. “I play tennis.”


Jack looked back at the television, and Mason felt a wash of embarrassment flood his insides from chest to cock. “I’m sorry. I’m kind of boring.”


“I doubt it,” Jack shrugged. Sudden inspiration changed his features almost comically. “What would you bedoing if you could do anything at all?”


Chapter 30