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!

“I never claimed it wasn’t William Johnson, but you have to realize there are quite a few William Johnsons in the world, most likely a good number right here in Whiteport.”


No. It would be so humiliating if he’d sent dick pics to a stranger—if he’d gotten off while talking to a stranger.


“What do you mean, of course, it matters!”


“Does it? You’ve been talking to this guy for months, you like him, he makes you laugh, he gets you, he listens to you, he makes you come like a geyser.” Ty chuckled. “Does it matter if it’s another William Johnson?”


“Of course it does. If it’s not my neighbor Will, it’s a complete stranger.”


Ty muffled a laugh. “Babe, you’ve never talked to neighbor Will. Watching a man through the window doesn’t turn him into someone you know.”


Quincy nodded. “It’s the paint stains.”


“I can’t get the paint stains out of my head. Why would Will have paint stains on his hands?”


Chapter 9