Chris Hart owns the only grocery shop in Nortown, but he isn't exactly overrun by customers. Some days he wonders why he bothers to open the doors at all. Spending his days smiling at the few people trickling in and his nights alone in bed isn't the most interesting life a man could lead. But when Chris suddenly gets the excitement he's been craving, it may be more than he bargained for.<br><br>Gabriel Miller loves his life. He's close to his sister, has a job he adores and is the proud owner of one and a half cats. But all of it is taken away when he witnesses a murder. To keep him safe, the police place him in Nortown, of all possible locations.<br><br>Chris can't believe they're letting someone live in his gran's old cabin in the middle of the winter. It's too cold. When the poor man shows up in his shop looking to buy clothes, Chris's heart melts, despite the freezing temperature. Gabriel notices the way the shopkeeper looks at him, but it can't be right. No one looks at a heavyset man with heat in their eyes. Do they?

Pet Delivery

He shoved his hand into Gabe’s jeans, grabbed the hard, velvety length hidden away there, and groaned.


Gabe grabbing his arse made him jump. He’d been too caught up in the touching to notice Gabe hadn’t touched him until then. Fired up even more, he pushed Gabe towards the sofa.


They landed in a heap, the air puffing out of their lungs. Chris laughed and captured Gabe’s lips. The cold was forgotten, as was the fear and anger. Chris couldn’t think past what he wanted to do, what he wanted to feel.


“I want to fuck you.” He hadn’t meant to say that. Not that he didn’t mean it, but they hadn’t even kissed until a few minutes ago. Chris bit the inside of his cheek to keep from saying anything else. Nothing intelligent would come out of his mouth at this point.


“Uh-huh.” Gabe nodded, a blush growing brighter on his cheeks.


Chapter 22