Julian Junk was often teased about his last name and his father's occupation as a garbageman. Mackensie Keller grew up privileged and spoiled. As teens, Junk and Mickey make plans for their future, but when Mickey is sent off to boarding school, he tells Junk their parents are probably right -- they just don't belong together.<br><br>Back in town ten years later, Mickey is all grown up. He and Junk reconnect as adults, but so much was said, and so much has changed. Though he asks for forgiveness, which Junk grants, though old romantic feelings are quickly rekindled, Mickey is reluctant to bring a new man into his young daughter's life after his last relationship's failure. He's also harboring a secret, one that threatens to spoil upcoming Thanksgiving plans.<br><br>Once Junk discovers the source of Mickey's dilemma, he devises a crafty plan to make everything right. Will it work out? Will Mickey accept his help, and can the two of them make a go of it with so much stacked against them?

One Man's Junk

Eye to eye, my peripheral vision was good enough to see Mickey lick his lips. “Does my Junk funk cross it?” Dropping my gaze just a moment, I saw him do it a second time.


“Only closer, I hope.” In case Mickey didn’t, I did. “Taste me,” I wanted to say.


Riding a horse worked up more of a sweat than I thought it would. Silly me, I assumed only Onyx and S’mores would get exercise. Walking around for cool down afterward, I’d gotten hot both literally and figuratively. Brushing a horse was a workout, too. There was a lot of Onyx to groom. All the other stuff, hauling heavy buckets of water for them to drink, carrying the saddles, taking off the bridles, checking their shoes, no wonder Mickey was in such stellar shape.


“No big romance in your life over the past decade or so?” He broke our ocular attachment to get back on task at the other end of S’mores, too far away from me and Onyx.


Chapter 21