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!

With trembling hands, Quincy parked his car on Maple Road right outside a rickety cottage style house. It could’ve been lovely, but it needed fixing. Something, he noticed, someone had started doing. The windows were stripped of paint and there were paint buckets on the flagstone walkway leading toward the back of the house.


Taking a deep breath, he opened the car door and grabbed the basket out of the backseat. There was a soft glow coming from within the house, but the rooms in direction of the road were dark.


Quincy opened the small wooden gate and stepped into the garden. There were little grass islands surrounded by flower beds. It was too dark to see the colors of the flowers, and it looked a bit out of control, but Quincy could see the potential—not that he had any experience about gardening, but he’d like to learn someday.


Chapter 13