There You Are by CJane Elliott (Wild and Precious #2)
English | 2020 | Romance | MM | ePUB | 1.6 MB
Can a free spirited musician and a grieving widower find love while caring for a runaway teen?
Bisexual musician Cody is a free spirit, easygoing and unattached. On a cross-country trip he befriends young runaway Sandy and gets him safely to his uncle Phineas. Beautiful Phineas turns Cody’s life upside down, and Cody learns he’s not as unattached as he aspires to be.
Ever since his longtime lover Allen died, Phineas has lived a circumscribed life. A former fierce drag queen now working in a bookstore, Phineas never expected his nephew to land on his doorstep, much less to find love again. Sexy and caring Cody brings him alive, but now Phineas must find the courage to let go of his grief and give love a second chance.
Once in the train station, Cody looked at the big departures board—good, the Capitol Limited train to Chicago was on time. He bought himself a Washington Post and a cup of coffee, then headed to the gate. When boarding was announced fifteen minutes later, he followed the line of weary-looking travelers onto the train, slung his guitar and suitcase on the overhead shelf, and settled by the window.
Anticipation tingled in his chest as the conductor came through to collect tickets. Cody loved trains. His dad used to take him to the local train museum in Bellevue, Ohio, back before he’d left without warning when Cody was nine. For young Cody, happiness meant standing next to Dad, whiling away the afternoon as they studied the locomotives. Where they’d lived, you could hear the whistles of the freight trains as they rumbled through town. After his father left, those whistles—mournful calls, edged with promise—reminded Cody of him. Cody would lie in bed, staring at the ceiling and planning his own escape. One day, someday, he’d get on a train and go… somewhere. And maybe, just maybe, he’d get to hang out with Dad again.
Despite his childhood fantasies, Cody hadn’t taken many actual train journeys, and never one across the country. But on a trip with Bette and Aurora to stay at the B&B run by their friends Dale and Andy in Cape Charles, Virginia, it had come to him. He’d always loved that Cape Charles had been founded in 1884 as the southern terminus for a railroad line. Standing in the Cape Charles museum and gazing at the historic train photos, Cody had been seized with the grand idea to hop on Amtrak and ride it from coast to coast. He was already planning a trip to Portland, Oregon, so why not take it on the rails?
The train began to move slowly out of the station. Yes. But his excitement dimmed when memories rose up of the tense conversations he’d had last weekend. His friends were not as jazzed as he was about this journey. He, Bette, and Aurora had returned to Dale and Andy’s B&B for one final gathering, and they’d given him the third degree as they’d sat in front of the fireplace on their last night together.
Aurora curled up next to him on the couch and laid her head on his shoulder, while Bette stood over them, arms across her chest. “Why do you have to go away?” Aurora asked, blue eyes huge and pleading.
“I’m done with DC. It’s been a good run, but it’s time to move on.”
Bette didn’t plead. She was pissed. “Here we go again with the Cody show. Run away instead of stay and make a life for yourself.”
“Aw, dolls, come on. You know I can’t live in any one place too long. It’s not in my nature.”
It took Dale, who came in from the kitchen, wine bottle in hand, to bring up the elephant in the room. “That Brent really did a number on your heart, huh?” he asked as he refilled their glasses.
In the silence that ensued, Cody imagined he could hear said heart by the way it thudded dully at the mention of Brent. Well, fuck me. But he pretended to laugh it off. “Brent? Oh, spare me. I was the one who broke up, remember?”
“Yes. We remember.” Andy had followed Dale into the room with a plate of olives, which he set on the table. “It’s just interesting that you came up with this idea of skipping town soon after.”
Cody took a big gulp of wine. “The two things aren’t related, if that’s what you’re saying. You know me and my wanderlust. I’ve been in DC for… Jesus, three years? How’d that happen?”