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Like a Thief in the Night
Gorgeous, businessman, Saxon Dearing buys a
pied de terre in the city where he works. Only using the place on three nights,
he goes home to his beachside house for the rest of the week. At thirty-two,
immersed in his work, he doesn’t know he’s lonely until delicious, twenty-five
year old Jon Palmer literally drops into his life during a thunderstorm.
Artist Jon struggles to sell his paintings
from a tiny studio, and works in a city gallery to pay his rent. As the two men
fall in love, Jon can’t overcome the idea his lack of success is a barrier to
telling handsome, wealthy Saxon how he feels.
When his boss offers him a dangerous way of
making money, Jon must make a choice.
Will he risk telling Saxon he loves him or
let his lack of confidence lead him astray and away from the man who loves him,
too?
Today
we welcome, Saxon Dearing one of the heroes
I’ll
make this interview fun…
Saxon,
If you were a dessert, what would you be?
(Laughs) A dessert … well I know Jon likes
ginger cookies, but that’s not really a dessert, huh? Okay I know, lemon
meringue pie, yeah.
What
do you do when you need to blow off steam?
If I’m in the city I go to the gym and beat
the crap out of a punch bag. If I’m at the beach house, I run on the beach,
although I do keep to the wet sand and I like to wear my iPod
What
do you look for in a man?
Nothing now I’ve met Jon. He’s perfect for
me. I love him. He’s intelligent, creative, good-looking, sexy, sweet … I could
go on all day about him.
What
is in your refrigerator right now?
In the city, steak, lettuce, cherry
tomatoes … a half pack of beer, what else … a red pepper. There’s not that much
because Jon and I are going up to the beach house tonight.
What’s
on your bedroom floor?
In the city, my old baseball bat, that’s
under the bed.
What
do you wear in bed?
Depends what I’m doing (smiles) so it
ranges from a t-shirt and boxers to nothing … (smiles again) mostly nothing now
Light
on or off?
Either, both
Chocolate
or vanilla?
Is that for licking off Jon’s abs? Has to
be chocolate.
What’s
your biggest fear?
Oh, well, I have to think about that for a
second. I could say spiders or losing on the stock market but truth is it’s
losing Jon’s love. It would break my heart.
What
is your most treasured possession?
After the last question … Jon’s not my
possession but I treasure him. If it has to be a possession, then it’s a
drawing Jon gave me … he’s an artist.
What’s
your favorite outfit?
I have some old faded levis and beaten up
leather boots that I rely on when I’m not in suits. I usually throw on a
t-shirt and my battered leather jacket over the top. I have to wear suits for
work. I like my black one best.
What
do you like to see Jon dressed in?
Anything he likes, (his eyes mist a little)
although I do like him in the tux he wore for our wedding, and in his ripped
jeans, because there’s a frayed bit high on his thigh…
Do
you have a favorite music track?
My taste and surprisingly Jon’s too, is eclectic.
We’re listening to old Coldplay stuff right now … love them.
Tell
the readers something you’ve never told anyone before.
(Grins) What? You mean spill a secret? You
do. (Takes a deep breath) I have nothing for you, nope not a thing…
We’ll
make that the last question. Thanks for visiting. Where are you off to next?
(Smiles) You know that’s another question,
right?
We
have a story teaser for you from, Like a Thief in the Night
Jon struggled into a sitting position. “What time is it?”
Saxon shook his head. “I don’t know, but maybe nine or ten.”
Saxon sat up.
“Hell, not ten please.” Jon leaped from the bed and dashed
to his backpack where he snatched a smartphone from the front zipper pocket. He
ran his hand through his sleep-ruffled hair. It stood on end at the front. He
cast a glance at Saxon. “It’s nine. I start at nine-thirty. I’m sorry, I have
to dash.”
“It’s okay. Will I make you a coffee while you dress?”
“Thanks for thinking of me, but I’ll make a cup at the
gallery.” He ran into the bathroom and came out moments later in the jeans and
sweater Saxon had seen him wearing the night before. He dropped a pair of boots
to the floor and zipped up his fly as he pushed bare feet into them.
Saxon gazed at the spectacle. He got out of bed and walked
rapidly to the kitchen remembering Jon’s jacket was draped over the back of a
chair. He brought it to Jon.
Jon rewarded him with a smile. “Thank you. Is it okay to
leave my pajamas in the bathroom?” He slipped his jacket on and grabbed up his
backpack.
To Saxon’s surprise and delight, Jon kissed him by the side
of his mouth.
“See you tonight. Thank you so much.” He strode to the door,
opened it, and left.
Saxon went to the bathroom and picked up Jon’s pajamas. He
hung them from a hook on the door and dragged on his robe from the other hook.
Jon’s socks lay in a damp bunch on the floor next to the shelf housing towels. His boots must leak. Concern furrowed
his brow. He put the socks in the laundry hamper. They can go in the wash. I’ll get coffee first. I’ve missed early
trading. Perhaps it doesn’t matter this once. Saxon hummed as he heaped
coffee grains into the filter. An unfamiliar deep happiness bubbled in him.
Copyright
E. D. Parr 2019, Evernight Publishing
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