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 reached out and grabbed Jack’s hand, gripping Jack’s fingers to the point of painful. “Whatever I did to deserve you walking away from me, I’m sorry.”


“Oh my God,” Jack sighed, lowered his head and dropped his shoulders as if someone had just piled on an eternity’s worth of weight. “See? Do you see what I mean? You automatically assume you’ve done something wrong. That’s not what I was implying at all, Mason. It’s not that you deserve to be hurt, or that you don’t deserve me; it’s that you deserve so fucking much more. Someone leaps and bounds above me. You deserve one of those wide-eyed sweethearts that you’re so damn terrified of. Go back up to that hall in Moosebrain, woo that sexy native fucker back to the city, and spend the rest of your life having him adore you for everything you are and everything you have. That, Mason, is what you need in your life.”


Jack paused, swallowed. “Not me. Not a dirtbag.”


Chapter 47