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

But he’s not here, it’s just me in the house


right now, I won’t think about it. I find noodles in the cabinet, a


jar of tomato sauce behind a bottle of Jim Beam—spaghetti tonight.


What will Kent do if I’m not here to cook for him? To keep track of


his expenses, his profits? He survived for years before you came


along,I tell myself. He’ll manage when you’re gone.


I can’t imagine anything else. I love Luke, I


do, I want that boy so bad, just thinkingof him stirs my


groin. I want his kisses and his hands on me and his laugh, his


smile, his eyes shining at me. At the sink, I look out the kitchen


window to the market down by the road, and from here I can see Kent


moving through the customers, his bare skin glistening with sweat,


his jeans riding low, that hat…Luke’s right, I love him, too, or a


part of him that I’m not willing to give up. How the hell have I


managed to do this to myself? What the fuck do I do now?


Chapter 46