Love Is Always Write Volume 4

and where he wanted to go, not for sexual or romantic entanglements.
    His cock disagreed. Being in the closet hadn't done much for his sex life. The occasional weekend of driving to Savannah to revel in anonymous sex just wasn't enough.
    CHAPTER 2
    The next morning Dan woke up as the sun was beginning to rise. The mattress in the camper didn't compare well with the memory foam one he had at home, so his sleep had been fitful at best. He decided to get up despite the early hour and try his hand at fishing.
    After meeting Parker and getting the camper set up, he'd taken a short hike, fixed himself a sandwich for dinner, and read until he was too sleepy to keep his eyes open. The day had been peaceful if a bit lonely.
    He started the coffee and fixed himself a bowl of cereal in the camper kitchen which reminded him of the play kitchen his three-year-old niece was fond of. His house back in Loudin was far from big, but moving around in the camper made him feel like Gulliver in Lilliput.
    When the coffee was ready, he downed a mug then filled a thermos, and gathered the equipment he needed for fishing. He'd rented a small boat, and he had high hopes for a beautiful morning watching the sunrise over the lake.
    An hour later he was cursing a blue streak as he fought with tangled fishing line. What the hell was wrong with him? He couldn't set up a camper. He couldn't fish. And yet he'd decided to spend the whole summer camping in the Blue Ridge Mountains. He should just pack up and go home. Not that he could ever really go home again, since he hadn't kept his mouth shut about his true nature. Home would never be the same.
    As he worked the knots in the line, he grew more and more frustrated. Why hadn't he let his dad teach him to fish? He'd offered plenty of times during their summer vacations by the lake, but Dan always chose to sit on the lake house porch and sketch or walk in the woods by himself.
    The more he worked, the more tangled the fishing line got. Pissed off, he tugged hard on a knot making everything worse.
    "Good morning!"
    That sexy voice could only belong to one man. Dan turned to look for Parker, forgetting he'd left his tackle box open on the seat behind him. He knocked into it sending it sliding toward the side of the boat. He reached for it, but his foot caught in the tangled line. He hit the side of the boat, and the tackle box went overboard. Dan tried to right himself, but he overbalanced and hit the water with a loud splash.
    He came up sputtering. Parker was rowing toward him in a canoe. "Are you okay?"
    "Yeah. I'm fine." Heat rushed to his cheeks despite the cold water. If Parker hadn't already decided he was an idiot yesterday, Dan had just sealed the deal. He wished he could sink below the surface and disappear, but his life jacket and a strong sense of self-preservation prevented that. He started to laugh. What else could he do?
    Parker laughed too. And just like the day before, rather than feeling mocked, Dan felt like they were sharing a moment, like they were the only people in the world.
    The feeling unnerved him. He grabbed the tackle box which floated on the water nearby, and saved what he could of the contents, tossing them back into the boat.
    "You sure you don't need any help?" Parker asked.
    "Umm….no. I'm really okay. Just embarrassed."
    Parker grinned, and once again Dan thought he must be able to get anything he wanted with that look. He could sure have anything from Dan.
    "You're not the first fisherman to fall out of his boat in front of me. They're usually drunk though."
    Heat rushed to Dan's cheeks. "Could I blame it on too much caffeine?"
    Parker shook his head. "I don't think so, but how about this: head back to camp and get some dry clothes so I won't have to nurse you through pneumonia, and tonight, I'll fry you some of the fish I caught." He lifted up a line, and Dan gazed hungrily at the large trout dangling from it.
    For a few seconds, Dan was too stunned by the offer to respond. Had Parker really invited him to dinner? Would he nurse Dan if he got sick? Dan immediately began to think of the fastest way to catch an illness.
    "Dan?"
    "Sorry. I…uh…I'd love to have dinner."
    Parker flashed his knee-weakening grin again. "Good. Otherwise, I might worry you'd starve to death or subsist on cup-a-soup and cold sandwiches."
    Dan laughed. "A fate worse than death, surely."
    "You'll think so after you taste my fried fish."
    That's not all I want to taste . "What time?"
    "I'll