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

“I’m fine,” Ian whispered to the man who held him. “Thank you.”


While Mrs. Kamada began to introduce the first act of the evening Justin and Ian both dropped into their respective chairs with their eyes locked on each other.


“Hi,” Ian mouthed. A pointless word. Meaningless, even. In the millions of words Ian wanted to say, needed to say, the fact that all he’d managed was “hi” made him want to hang himself.


There was a long pause, a fluttering of bottom lip and an almost imperceptible furrow of Justin’s brow before he finally formed his own, “Hi.” Justin’s gaze dropped right after, to Ian’s suit, to his shoes, to the flower in Ian’s hand and Ian’s body reacted before Ian consciously thought about it. He lifted the rose and held it out to Justin. It made sense; yet again the universe had nudged. The floral representation of love at first sight, because, really, hadn’t it always been?


Chapter 47