Renowned interior designer Fredi Zimmer is surprised when outdoorsman Max Greene, owner of Greene’s Outdoors, hires him to revamp Max’s rustic cabin in the Sierra Nevada foothills. Fredi is an out-and-proud Metro male whose contact with the outdoors is from his car to the doorway of the million-dollar homes he remodels, and to Fredi, Max is a typical straight man’s man. When Max blatantly and clumsily flirts with Fredi, Fredi’s stereotypical view of Max is shattered. Is this a build-up to a gay bashing? Cautiously believing Max is closeted and is trying to come out, Fredi decides he’s game to put a little spice into Max’s life, whether it’s in the colors and fixtures he’ll use to turn Max's dilapidated cabin into a showplace or over one of the many lunches and dinners they share talking about the remodel. Who can blame a guy for adding a little sensual pleasure as he retools Max’s life visually? Besides, Fredi has a backup plan if he’s wrong about Max’s intentions. Life would be all wine and roses if it weren’t for Max’s former friends and their conservative families. Alarmed with Max’s obvious infatuation, they make it their business to save him from sliding into hell. With the battle on, will Fredi and Max win the fight for a life of happiness together?

Redesigning Max

I stood, put down my drink, and folded myself in Felicity’s hug.


“It’s all good, sweetie,” I told her. “I’m just really confused.”


Jimmy and I caught her up to date about the day’s turmoil.


“I can’t believe you’ve still got Boner,” Felicity squealed. “I thought for sure you threw it away after the principal made such a drama about it when you were in ninth grade.”


“What? I’ve had the day from hell and all you care about is Boner?” I asked.


“Well, you gotta admit, it’s kinda a surprise, considering,” Guy answered. “We go downstairs and ask people who they think is carrying, and I’ll bet all of them pick me.” He looked down at his leather pants and vest. “And I’ve got nothing, not even a paperclip.”


Felicity, who’d helped herself to the whiskey, came over and sat in Guy’s lap.


“Oh, baby, I’d say you aren’t just carrying, but packing,” she purred.


Chapter 17