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

He’s drunk, conscience reminded. And even though defence growled back that he was just touching, nothing more, Mason let his hand fall down Jack’s other leg to the remaining shoe. A quick wrestle had the shoe sitting beside its previously discarded partner, and a shove had Mason standing. “Let’s get you to bed.”


Mason caught Jack’s waist again and led him down the hall to the stairs. “Yeah, yeah, Mr. I-Can’t-Hold-My-Beer. The only thing you need right now is sleep.”


They were both laughing by the time they got up the stairs, Jack’s socks suddenly more difficult to manage on the slippery hardwood flooring than they’d been up until that point. Jack’s smile was so wide that his face hurt by the time he sat down hard on the edge of the mattress in his room.


Chapter 38