Catch up with Kirkby residents Scott and Davis as they navigate through the ups and downs of fatherhood, relationships, and juggling… balls.
In two years, it’s clear love can last, just as it can grow. Davis’s business remains successful, Scott’s clinic is going strong, and Libby is happy and content. But that doesn’t mean real life is always perfect, nor does it mean fatherhood isn’t as exhausting as it is wonderful.
Needing a break from their daily routines, Davis and Scott head away for a weekend of uninhibited fun. With lots of laughter and dancing, Davis has never seen Scott so relaxed and comfortable in public.
And he’s not quite sure how to handle that.
Worried that life in Kirkby is holding Scott back, Davis nearly makes the biggest mistake of his life.
But Scott has other ideas. He doesn’t need saving. What he needs is his man to step up and fight for their family and their future.
And he has just the plan to do it.
When Scott came by, Libby holding his hand, I pulled them both into a hug and planted a kiss on both their cheeks. “Hey, you two. That time already?” I glanced at my watch, realizing I was due to wrap up and head on home.
“It sure is.” Scott offered that sexy-as-hell smile he reserved solely for me. My gut tightened with the memory of this morning’s kiss. The thought of a night away with zero interruptions so we could turn it into one of debauchery was looking even better when heat crept up his neck.
I rarely held back how much Scott affected me and meant to me. And after a couple of years together, all it took was a glance for him to know exactly what was on my mind.
Pulling my gaze away from Scott, I focused on Libby and crouched before her. “You had
a great day?”
She nodded enthusiastically and almost socked me in the eye as she thrust out her arm to show me what she was wearing. “Made it with my Scott.” A quick glance in Scott’s direction showed me he melted at her words. It got both of us every time.
“Wow. Pretty bracelet there, princess. You two did a great job.”
“Yep.” She looked thoroughly proud of herself. “And I made you one.” She turned her gaze up to Scott. “Daddy’s?”
“I’ve got it right here.” Scott grinned down at her and pulled out a bright pink and green
beaded bangle, with the odd bead having tinsel and some glitter attached. “I told you Daddy would love it. Here you go.” He handed it over, a shit-eating grin on his face.
I had zero doubt my fixed smile was more of a grimace, but there was pretty much nothing I wouldn’t do for my girl. She was spoiled rotten, and I had zero regrets about that. Plus, I’d wear whatever crazy stuff she created with absolute pride.
Just last week she’d discovered makeup, courtesy of Jenna. I’d managed to snap a photo of Scott complete with blue and green eyeshadow, something red and slimy on his cheeks with glitter on it, an orange lipstick that had made my sides hurt from laughing so much, and a black crayon or pen or something drawn all around his eyes.
While the same had been done to me, it was Scott’s hairclips and butterflies that had set his image off spectacularly.
We were both suckers.
We also had to pay Jenna back somehow for the makeup kit she’d provided.
With the elastic bracelet snapped into place on my wrist, I jiggled it.
“It’s soooo pwety.” Her pretty eyes were opened wide. “My Scott has one. Look, Daddy.”
She tugged at Scott’s arm so he knelt, then snapped the grotesque necklace on his neck. Scott winced.
“Careful there, Libby. Don’t destroy Scott’s windpipe.” I grinned widely at Scott, who, complete with a bright and dodgy-looking necklace, was freakin’ gorgeous. How could he not be when he wore the love he had for Libby so openly?
“Sorry.” She spun to face Scott and threw her arms around his neck. After a big squeeze, she planted a loud kiss on his mouth. “You ’kay?”
Scott stood with her in his arm. “I sure am. I think this pretty necklace has magical powers, or maybe it’s your kiss.”
I stood and looked on as Libby nodded.
“I fink it’s my kisses.”
“Makes sense,” he said.
After another bob of her head, she gave him one more kiss. “Love you.” She then wriggled her whole body to get down.
Scott’s smile lit up his face. “Love you too, Libby.” He set her on her feet, and she raced off to Jessie, one of my staff, who was clearing tables. His gaze on me, he asked, “You almost done?”
“Give me five and I’m all yours.”
His eyes turned molten, urging me to get my ass into gear and spend the rest of the
afternoon and evening with my favorite two people.
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Frankly, as a gay man, I wonder how I can be so jealous of two fictional characters. I mean, REALLY! Kirby residents Davis and Scott are so well thought out they seem so very real. This book feels like an ode to Armistead Maupin’s “Tales of the City.” The well=paced drama, soft romance, and a pretty disturbing bit of relationship issues kept this reader turning pages (sometimes with a tissue nearby) just so I could get to the part where everything was happy again.
I think I’m going to have to go to the first two books in the series to catch up on the past and revel in Becca’s great storytelling.
~ Aaron Yeagle
About Becca Seymour
Becca Seymour lives and breathes all things book related. Usually with at least three books being read and two WiPs being written at the same time, life is merrily hectic. She tends to do nothing by halves so happily seeks the craziness and busyness life offers.
Living on her small property in Queensland with her human family as well as her animal family of cows, chooks, and dogs, Becca appreciates the beauty of the world around her and is a believer that love truly is love.
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