Weston Scott is happy with his simple, quiet life in a small English village. Yet he is haunted by deeply closeted yearnings, a secret he has shared with only one person. His best friend, Mark. As a constant reminder to guard his own heart, Weston wears an emerald ring on his hand.<br><br>Mark Goudy has a secret of his own, one that drove him to live far away in London rather than betray his best friend’s trust: he’s always been in love with Weston. Now he’s back, but not for a friendly visit. Mark’s done denying his emotions.<br><br>And if he can manage to slip that ring off Weston’s finger for one night, he’s sure things will change. For both of them.

No Fear in Love

“Now,” Sam said, breaking through his thoughts, “I better get inside and sort things out.”


He offered a wave, stopped, and offered Jude a further grin.


“I don’t think I gave you my full name. I’m Sam Rabbinovitch. Well, Rabbi Rabbinovitch, if you want to get technical, but you know, sometimes it’s easier to talk without getting official about it.”


“Rabbi Rabbinovitch, that’s a fitting name.”


“It is what it is. What’s that saying you folks are fond of? The Lord works in mysterious ways.”


Jude nodded and flicked his cigarette to the ground.


“Now that I can certainly believe,” he agreed.


And with a wave, Rabbi Samuel Rabbinovitch dug his hands in his pockets and made his way across the parking lot, whistling merrily as the sun set before him.


The music resonated in loud bleating protests of shuddering bass.


Chapter 36