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

“Well that’s about as subtle as a cymbal at midnight, you dumbass,” Ian whispered under his breath. Though there was very little to steal within the tiny apartment, what was there was that much more precious for the fact. “You could have left it with Chrissy, for God’s sake.”


He shoved through the door, noted the intact television and DVD player, and nodded. Good. He dropped a dishtowel on the coffee table, grinned at the pointlessness of the process, and placed a stack of napkins beside it. A six-pack of beer went in the fridge, less one for himself, and Ian flopped on to the couch with a pleased grunt. The cap of the beer was spun off, he grabbed the remote to flick on the television, and he grinned at his reflection in the still-black screen. “Honey,” he said, lifting the beer in a self-cheer. “I’m home!”


Chapter 27