Happy Wednesday! It’s time to Wip It Up.
This week, I’ve got another snippet from my upcoming book Finding His Home, the next novel in the Men of Falcon Pointe series which comes out February 26th. This begins where last week‘s left off.
“Trent’s been there too. We helped him through it, and we can help you as well. And you couldn’t have found a better house to come out in. We’re all a bit different.”
“Kent’s… well, he’s the most annoying of all of us, and to be honest, it drives me a bit nuts. But that’s my problem.”
“What do you mean, annoying?”
Alan shrugged. “He just rubs me the wrong way. Ignore me. I worked seventeen days straight. I’m still trying to get over that. Now let me show you the second floor.”
Everyone else’s bedrooms were upstairs, as well as two bathrooms and another room that Alan didn’t show him. As they walked down the stairs to the first floor, the front door opened and a tall man walked in. He looked to be in his early forties and had gorgeous, raven-black hair that had a little bit of gray at the temples. He wore scrubs, and from his expression, Bastien thought he could crash at any moment.
“Hey, Cory,” Alan said. So that was Trent’s fiancé. Trent was a lucky man. He was hot. Cory looked up and smiled. Laugh lines cropped up around his eyes.
“Alan, feeling any better?”
Snorting, Cory nodded. “Yes. You are vertical.” He turned toward Bastien, and his smile and deep green eyes warmed. “And who is this?”
“Cory, this is Bastien. He’s a friend of Trent’s and is looking for a place to live.”
“Wonderful.” Cory held out a hand to shake Bastien’s. “Nice to meet you. Trent didn’t tell me one of his friends was looking for a room.”
“This is all a surprise,” Bastien admitted, feeling his cheeks heat up. “I didn’t actually tell him I was moving to Falcon Pointe.”
“And he’s here and needs us,” Trent said, bouncing down the stairs. “Sweetheart,” he said softly and wrapped his arms around Cory. They leaned in and kissed. It was sweet, and Bastien couldn’t tear his eyes away. Sure, he’d hoped gay men could be loving, but that was the first time he’d ever seen it. His mother always said no two men could truly love one another. As if without a woman nearby, they’d spend time waging war or watching sports.
“Aren’t they cute?” Alan crooned. He snickered when Trent flipped him off.
“We’ve ordered dinner,” Trent said, rubbing his hands up and down Cory’s arms. “Want to take a shower first?”
“Yes please. Get the hospital smell off me. Bastien, over dinner we’ll talk cost. Where’s your car?” he asked, one foot on the bottom step. “I didn’t see one I don’t recognize.”
“I don’t have one.”
“Are your bags at your hotel?” Alan asked.
“Uh, no.” More heat spread from his cheeks to his ears. “They’re at the hold in two lockers on campus. I didn’t want to assume….”
Alan clapped him on the shoulder as he spoke to Trent. “Do you want to take him to get them, or shall I? When’s dinner?”
“Twenty minutes. I’ll take him to get his bags, and the food should be here when we get back.”
He assumed getting out of the house and away from the other men would make things easier. It didn’t. If anything, it made it harder. Bastien wanted to hit himself over the head with something. Finally he was seated next to a man who had been where he was. Trent probably had answers to every single one of his questions, and did he ask any of them? No.
They reached the school in ten minutes, and Trent walked with him to get his suitcases. He’d left his shoulder bag at the house. It took less than fifteen minutes to walk to the lockers, get his bags, and walk back to Trent’s vehicle.
“Liking Falcon Pointe so far?” Trent asked as he pulled out of the parking lot.
Trent laughed. “Yeah. I know what you mean. But I’ve gotten used to it, and the freedom here more than makes up for the fact that the wet cold bites me clear down to the bone. It’s worse than being snowed in in Finland.”
Bastien chuckled. He couldn’t imagine that. “I’m sure having a boyfriend helps.”
Trent’s face lit up. “Cory has made a huge difference in my life. But then so have David and Alan. And Greg. You’ll meet him. He’s Cory’s cousin.”
“What about your other roommate?”
“Kent? He just moved in two weeks ago. We’re still trying to figure him out,” Trent said in an amused tone. He pulled up to the curb and turned off his car. “Bastien, what you’re about to go through. It’s not easy. But for me it was worth it. And not just because I love Cory. You shouldn’t have to hide who you are. Now come on. I’m hungry.”
Bastien dropped his suitcases in the bedroom and followed Trent down to the basement—which was filled with men. Or at least it seemed like it. Besides Cory and Alan, two other men were seated on the sofas facing the huge-ass television. Bastien didn’t even realize they made screens that big. A dozen containers of Chinese food covered a long coffee table that sat between three sofas.
“Get everything?” Alan asked as Trent sat down next to Cory. Since Alan was on a sofa next to someone, Bastien sat on the third sofa next to a guy holding a plate that had a sandwich on it.
“Cool. Well, this makes all of us. This guy—” Alan poked the man sitting next to him. “—is David. He’s a lawyer, and he and Trent take on bullies.”
“That we do.” David held out his hand. The crinkled lines around his eyes made him look around Cory’s age. He had bright red hair that stuck up in a few places and laughing blue eyes. His friendly smile instantly made Bastien feel comfortable. He shook his hand.
“So you do what? Corporate law?”
“Used to. Now Trent and I take on companies and corporations like the Mormon or Catholic churches when they don’t allow people their basic human rights.”
Wow. David and Trent took on religion? That was…. Wow.
“And the guy sitting next to you is Kent,” Alan said, pointing to him. Bastien held out his hand to a man with short blond hair. Kent shook it quickly and then took his hand back and moved slightly away. The phrase “not friendly” practically flashed like a neon sign above his head.
Finding His Home
Men of Falcon Pointe
About This Book
Sebastien Cather moves to Falcon Pointe with a dream to live life his way. Offered a room at 959 Brenton Street, he discovers how liberating it can feel to live among accepting people, especially in a household where they practice loving physical discipline. And he quickly gains a boyfriend in Avery, a fellow student. Unfortunately Avery isn’t his first choice. His roommate David is fascinating and good-looking, and Bastien would do anything to have him—but he doesn’t think the attraction is returned.
Tensions rise as his roommates’ wedding is threatened and his present and past lives clash. Outed by the national media, Bastien knows he will never be able to return home again. Just as he’s sure he can’t handle any more stress, David shows his interest. Bastien slowly makes his way forward, trying to find firm footing in the minefield that is his life. But when his landlord makes an announcement about the future of the house, it may change all of his dreams.
Now on with your other WIPs 😉