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About this book ...
Highway Nights is a stand
alone story and not part of
Garrett Webb has a five-point plan for starting his own
business. To keep it on track, he takes a second job and
settles into the evening delivery run between Owensville
and Mt. Franklin. The solitude of being on the road clears
his head and enables him to chart a better future for
himself. When a foggy night sends him to the safety of The
Downshift Diner and its owner, Oliver Sanderson, that
future takes an unforeseen turn.
Oliver Sanderson enjoys a quiet life along the lonely stretch
of highway that’s home to his diner. The road brings all
manner of interesting souls to his door. When Garrett Webb
steps out of the fog seeking shelter, his openness and
honesty draws Oliver’s interest. He’s ready to take the next
step, but needs to be cautious. Trouble is coming to the
diner, and Oliver wants Garrett clear of it.
Good intentions can’t hold out against their budding
attraction. Garrett makes the diner a regular stop during his
nightly run, and the men get better acquainted. But Garrett’
s past isn’t done with him. In a single heart-stopping
moment, Garrett is forced to a decision that risks Oliver’s
life – one that could forever end their highway nights.
Oliver settled in the booth and stared across the table. “You gonna tell me why you’re really here?”
“I told you. Food and conversation.”
The young man didn’t bat an eye. Oliver had a good sense about men, and it said Garrett was
interested in a lot more than talk. He saw no point in calling the fellow on it, not yet. It could be
Garrett didn’t consciously realize what he wanted. Life handed you moments like that, and Oliver had
had his fair share of them. But if the lad wanted talk, he’d be glad to get the ball rolling.
“All right, then. I’ll be nosey and start our chat. So why are you working two jobs? A young fellow like
you should be out clubbing every night.”
“My five-point plan suffered a setback. I’m working to recoup some losses.”
Garrett sighed. “Not any longer.”
And, no doubt, the ex-boyfriend was reason the five-point plan had been derailed. It usually was.
Oliver could say he’d been there and done that, too, but he’d wait to see if Garrett asked first. He
didn’t, so Oliver tried another topic.
“Thanks. I got a great deal on them. Twenty bucks at a yard sale.”
Yard sale? No wonder Garrett dressed like a prince. Oliver could, too, if he had the patience to
treasure hunt, because that’s what a yard sale really was.
“Good looking, hard working and frugal. You don’t find that combination every day.”
Garrett sipped his cola, his blue gaze fastened on Oliver’s. “That’s me. Do you like the back pockets
of my pants?”
“Ah, a flaw. Vanity.” Oliver leaned back, unable to refrain from grinning at Garrett. “I noticed. I’ll say it
since your ego appears to need it.” He leaned forward and kept his voice down. “Nice ass.”
Oliver grinned and stopped in front of him.
“Happy to see me?”
Garrett glanced down. “As happy as you appear to be. Can a guy get a soda to go in this joint?”
Oliver shook his head. “I’ve better at the house. Let me tell Shirl and Billy not to call me unless it’s an
emergency.” He disappeared into the kitchen, and sauntered back out in less than thirty seconds.
Oliver motioned at the front entrance. “Let’s go.”
Garrett turned and held the door open for Oliver. “What constitutes an emergency?”
“Someone is bleeding, choking, or keels over all the way to the floor.” He placed his hand on the
small of Garrett’s back and guided him around the corner of the building.
Garrett leaned closer to the warmth of Oliver’s body. “Not fire?”
“That’s what the firemen are for. Call ‘em. Besides, I like firemen. Don’t you?”
“Sure. Big, burly men turn me on.” Garrett stroked Oliver’s well-formed bicep. Oliver laughed softly
and backed Garrett against the rear wall of the diner, out of sight from the clientele and staff.
“To each, their own.”
Garrett grasped Oliver’s hips and yanked him against him. He held him there and soaked up the heat
from Oliver’s body. The corner of his mouth quirked in a small smile.
“So, am I going to have to beg you to kiss me again?”
Oliver ran his thumb over Garrett’s lower lip. He swallowed, the muscles in his throat moving.
“Garrett. Be sure you want this. Don’t lead me on then tell me to stop.”
“I came for this, Oliver.”
Something dark and unsettled sparked in Oliver’s eyes. “Don’t get too attached to me, either, boy.”
“I’m horny. I want to fuck you, not marry you.”
Oliver leaned in, his breath warm on Garrett’s moist lips. In the back of his mind, Garrett registered
surprise at Oliver’s reticence but he’d ponder it later. He shifted forward and touched his lips to
Need burst through him, a siren song in his blood that built as Oliver’s tongue licked into his in a
bold stroke. The larger man pressed his body to the sun-warmed bricks, pinning him, his pelvis
grinding against Garrett’s in a mock taking. Garrett thrust his tongue into the heat of Oliver’s mouth.
Back and forth they tested, well matched, as the world spun behind his closed eyes. Suddenly
breathless, Garrett tore his lips from Oliver’s. Oliver rested his forehead to his, breathing hard.
“You should go home, Garrett.”
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