|Cover art by KaNaXa|
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Will a mix of privilege and blue-collar be a recipe for love… or disaster?
Dan’s pretty satisfied with his job at the working-class bar Cowboys and Angels, enjoying his simple life, apartment, and cat. He could do without the fights that break out in the bar, his boss’s meddling daughter, Ariel… oh, and a brutal unrequited crush on his straight, alpha boss, Gideon.
When Dan’s friend prepares to tie the knot, everyone insists Dan needs a date for the wedding. Before he can protest, Ariel arranges a gay speed-dating event at the bar with Gideon as a participant. The unforeseen revelation from Gideon that he’s bisexual raises Dan’s hopes, especially when Gideon announces he wants to accompany Dan to the wedding. Could Gideon really be interested in Dan?
When Dan needs someone most, Gideon offers his unconditional support, showing Dan the kind of man he really is, with genuine commitment. Teaming up to save the wedding from a hungover groom and intolerant parents, can Gideon convince Dan they’re the best match since beer and pizza?
Dan sighed at the chaos around the wood-paneled bar. It was going to be another night of clearing up, another night when he would get fewer tips and plenty of cuts and bruises. He ought to get combat pay for working at Cowboys and Angels. Who was he kidding? He’d been saying that for five years, and yet he was still there.
As if he’d read Dan’s mind, Gideon rumbled, “You boys injured?” He’d been in New York for a quarter of a century—yet the Texas drawl remained, his voice like a rumble of thunder in the far distance— compared to Dan, who’d lived in Brooklyn all his life.
Dan gingerly touched the graze on his cheek. It had already stopped bleeding. “No more than usual.”
Gideon strode over to him. “Show me,” he demanded as he tilted Dan’s chin to inspect his injuries.
Dan stood, self-conscious as always under Gideon’s steely gaze. They were so close Dan could smell the coffee on Gideon’s breath. He could have made one slight move and brushed Gideon’s mouth with his own. It wasn’t as though he hadn’t dreamed about doing that a million times.
Thankfully oblivious to Dan’s thoughts, Gideon gently touched first one and then the other cheek, and try as he might, Dan couldn’t help but flinch away from the gentle touch. Gideon frowned at him.
“Where does it hurt?”
“It’s fine.” If Gideon didn’t step out of Dan’s personal space, Dan was liable to do something stupid. “There’s no glass in this one, and it’s stopped bleeding. I’ll clean it out.”
Gideon righted a bar stool and pushed Dan onto it. “I can do it,” Dan began, but he subsided under Gideon’s hard stare. Dammit, Gideon knew just how to make Dan sit and stay like a pet dog.