Weber Yates's dreams of stardom are about to be reduced to a ranch hand’s job in Texas, and his one relationship is with a guy so far out of his league he might as well be on the moon. Or at least in San Francisco, where Weber stops to see him one last time before settling down to the humble, lonely life he figures a frog like him has coming.
Cyrus Benning is a successful neurosurgeon, so details are never lost on him. He spotted the prince in a broken-down bull rider's clothing from day one. But watching Weber walk out on him keeps getting harder, and he’s not sure how much more his heart can take. Now Cyrus has one last chance to prove to Weber that it's not Weber's job that makes him Cyrus's perfect man, it's Weber himself. With the help of his sister's newly broken family, he’s ready to show Weber that the home the man’s been searching for has always been right there, with him. Cyrus might have laid down an ultimatum once, but now it's turned into a vow—he's never going to let Weber out of his life again.
IT WAS pouring when I walked outside to use the pay phone. I was so close; I could stop or just catch another bus depending on how he sounded on the other end.
Not Cy, someone else, and it was noisy wherever his phone was. I checked my watch—eight o’clock on a Friday night. He was probably at a club or a bar or even dinner. I was interrupting.
I cleared my throat. “Uhm, sorry, I… is this Doc’s phone?”
“Sorry, I mean Cyrus.”
“Yeah, this is his. He just had me answer it ’cause he’s putting things away in the fridge. Who’s this?”
I swallowed instead of hanging up like I should have. “This is Weber, and I—”
“Weber?” My name was repeated distantly.
“Hey, Cy, do you know anybody named—”
“You know what,” I started to say at the same minute there were sounds on the other end of the line, muffled, and then a quick bang, like something dropped, maybe the phone.
“Weber?” He sounded breathless, and my name, because he was the one saying it, sounded amazing.
“Hey.” I smiled into the phone even though the water was coming in under the booth and soaking through the bottoms of my worn cowboy boots. “Sorry to be interruptin’ whatever you’re doin’. I wasn’t thinkin’.”
“You’re not interrupting anything. Where—”
“Are you at a party?”
“No, I’m just at a friend’s house, and we were about to have dinner.”
“Then I’ll let you go and—”
“It’s just a big group, Web, it’s nothing,” he assured me. “Where are you?”
I was starting to shiver. “Not far, so I thought I would—”
“Yes—” He cut me off. “—come see me. I’ll go home right now.”
“Oh no, you—”
“Web.” He caught his…