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

“Don’t fall asleep,” he told himself. No matter how heavy your eyelids get. No matter how quiet it is. No matter how relaxing the pull and push of air through mutual chests sounds.


“Get up,” the whisper came again and Ian threw his arm over his face and turned away from the voice.


Ian groaned and stretched his shoulder before lifting his arm to peer at the wavering light on his wrist that, in most cases, identified the time of day. But as it read an unbelievable three-twelve a.m., there had to be some kind of mistake. He turned to face the voice feeling disoriented and displaced, more so when he realized he didn’t recognize the layout of the room or the feel of the bed. “Wh—”


Ian blinked hard, trying to reseat thought and design. Had he really let himself fall asleep? Had Jordanlet him fall asleep? “What’s wrong?”


“Nothing’s wrong.” Jordan hushed him with a finger and then repeated, “You just have to go.”


Chapter 13