At thirty-six, Ian feels done with the world. When a night at a bar goes as poorly as expected, he wants only to return home to be miserable in peace. Instead, he encounters Jordan. Hot, young, and interested, Jordan is everything Ian's ever wanted and nothing he believes himself capable of actually obtaining.<br><br>Jordan has enough going on in his life trying to scrape together a living for himself and his autistic son. When he meets Ian, all he wants is a brief, erotic moment and nothing else.<br><br>But fate throws them together again and again, and Ian finds himself determined to do whatever it takes to give their story a happy ending -- no matter what secrets Jordan's past has waiting for him.

Sonata

Ian folded his expression into a serious one. “For example,” he said, shaking the handful of leaf and vegetable. “Rapini: for the low-low price of still way too goddamned expensive.”


“So just get broccoli,” she said in monotone.


“You know, I was just thinking the same thing myself—”


“So, yeah,” Chrissy cut in, her impatience with his attempts at conversation obvious. “I was just thinking, since you’re here and all, that you might want to give me a ride back to my apartment.” She leveled her gaze with his suddenly blank one. “You do have a car, right?”


Without waiting for him to reply she continued, “They’ve got juice on sale if you buy the case. It’s real cheap. But I can’t very well load up on it, carry her,” she nodded at the babbling child, “and still fight my way over the bus system. I’m good, but I’m no freaking Black Widow if you know what I mean?”


Ian tilted his head at the reference, confused.


Chapter 7