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

“It’s actually for a child,” Ian chuckled. “A piano recital. Maybe something a little more appropriate then?” He slipped the flower back in its basin.


The florist shook her head, her tight bun wiggling furiously as she plucked the rose back out. “No, no! When it comes to picking out a rose you have to go with your heart.” She handed the flower back. “Who can say what the universe’s plans are for you tonight? Perhaps there’s a need for you to be holding the gift of love at first sight in your fingers, hmm?”


Ian cleared his throat to force down the lump that was suddenly wedged there. “Again,” he repeated, “this is for a child. Let’s hope love is neither the reaction I’m looking for nor the consequence of the gift.”


He smiled at the florist and kind eyes crinkled back at him. “So shall I ring that up for you?”


Chapter 45