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

Or maybe…he looked pensively at the two bottles of wine in front of him, one gone and the other well on its way…maybe it was just time to stop drinking for the night.11


Mason brushed his fingers over the pocket with the envelope in it. Summer heat made the sidewalk below him almost unbearable. He paused for a moment to miss the lush green of encroaching Algonquin and just as quickly shook his head to dispel the mental image. He still wore his suit, which wasn’t helping with the gathering sweat between his shoulder blades by any means, but the office was always overly-air-conditioned and the auto-start on the car ensured the interior would be blessedly cool whenever he got to it. If he hurried, he’d only have to be out in the sweltering city heat for a few short moments.


Chapter 41