Quincy Dean is one lucky guy. After months of virtual flirting, he’s convinced the man of his dreams is living next door. True, they’ve never spoken face-to-face, and William Johnson has never posted a picture of himself, but how many William Johnson’s could there be?<br><br>Quincy is positive the two of them would be great together. But if he's ever going to get the chance to convince Will of that fact, he’s going to need to do it before his perfect man figures out he’s too good for Quincy's little corner of Whiteport and disappears from his real life forever.<br><br>But how do you woo someone when you have to stay six feet apart? Direct messages are great, but they aren't very romantic. And when Quincy begins to notice that Will’s messages don’t always match up with what he's seeing through his blinds, he worries that even online he and his dream guy are drifting apart. Six feet or not, it might be time to ask Will out on a date.

Quinny, Focus!

“Why? If I want to score, I know I will if I go there.”


“Yes, but it’s a risk going there without wearing bio-hazard clothing.” Quincy shot to his feet as there was movement in the window across the yard.


“Sweetheart, right now you need bio-hazard clothing wherever you go. Do you have a face mask matching your outfit?”


Quincy squinted, the sun was reflecting on the glass, but was there someone else in Will’s apartment?


Quincy raised a hand to shield the sun, but it didn’t help the reflection.


He jumped. “Yes, sorry, I’m here.”


“Ty, I need to go. I think there’s someone in Will’s apartment.” He was about to disconnect when Ty shouted at him.


He held the phone away while trying to see what Will was up to. When Ty had quieted, he brought it back to his ear. “What?”


“Don’t do anything stupid! I swear to God, you have the brain capacity of a four-year-old.”


Chapter 4