Marcus was just passing through Texas when he met Kent. In his cowboy hat, low-riding jeans, and black boots, Kent looks like the type of guy Marcus desperately wants to love.<br><br>But two years later, he's discovered Kent is cold and distant, the quintessential American cowboy, and spends more time drunk than sober. Marcus can never predict his mood and blames himself for the flailing relationship.<br><br>Then, one day when Kent rides into town, Marcus finds a young runaway hiding in their barn. Luke is warm, loving, and quick to please ... everything Kent is not. Though the answer seems obvious, Marcus finds himself torn between the boy who demands his love and the man whose love he craves.

Cowboy

yesterday, I love the sound of his voice. And you need to stop


comparing them,I think. It’s not going to work that way.


Kent is your lover. Luke is just passing through, keep that in


I was just passing through myself, two years


When Kent doesn’t speak, I retreat to the


tent and the table by the register and click on my fan. It’s hot


out here already. Propping my feet up on the table, I lean back in


my chair and watch Kent through hooded eyes. He looks amazing from


here, black hat, broad back, tanned skin. He glances at me as he


waters and I feel a thrill course through me at that look,


looks like, but his eyes are shielded, shadowed from the brim of


his hat, and I don’t know what he’s thinking, I can’t read his


gaze. I tell myself it’s about me, that’s a comforting thought, but


it’s probably not. More than likely his mind’s on the whiskey flask


Chapter 28