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- Herausgeber: WS
- Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
- Sprache: Englisch
- Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2022
What happens when your biggest crush turns up on your doorstep after twelve years?
Cadence Crawford has a good thing going. He's making waves as a realtor in Mission City, British Columbia. Yes, he's recently suffered a personal loss, but he's moving on, and his path forward includes selling the only true home he's ever known.
Marcus Brannigan is doing fine. He has his physiotherapy practice, he watches over his younger twin sisters, and he's happy. When he unexpectedly runs into Cadence, who is selling the home he's always coveted, he's prepared to do some negotiating.
Neither knew they were seriously crushing on each other. Now they've admitted the truth, is happily ever after in the cards?
Marcus's Cadence is a 7k second-chance gay romance instalove short story with a very happy ending and a malti-poo named Kiki.
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Marcus's Cadence
Gabbi Grey
Published by Gabbi Grey, 2022.
Copyright © 2022 Gabbi Grey.
All rights reserved.
No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination, or are used fictitiously.
References to real people, events, organizations, establishments, or locations are intended to provide a sense of authenticity and are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locations, organizations, or persons living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Cover art by Cate Ashwood Designs
ISBN: 978-1-7781514-0-8
Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Marcus's Cadence
Chapter One | Cadence
Chapter Two | Marcus
Chapter Three | Cadence
Chapter Four | Marcus
Chapter Five | Cadence
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What happens when your biggest crush turns up on your doorstep after twelve years?
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Cadence Crawford has a good thing going. He’s making waves as a realtor in Mission City, British Columbia. Yes, he’s recently suffered a personal loss, but he’s moving on, and his path forward includes selling the only true home he’s ever known.
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Marcus Brannigan is doing fine. He has his physiotherapy practice, he watches over his younger twin sisters, and he’s happy. When he unexpectedly runs into Cadence, who is selling the home he’s always coveted, he’s prepared to do some negotiating.
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Neither knew they were seriously crushing on each other. Now they’ve admitted the truth, is happily ever after in the cards?
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Marcus’s Cadence is a 7k second-chance gay romance instalove short story with a very happy ending and a malti-poo named Kiki.
Chapter One
Cadence
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.
The words ricocheted around in my brain. Shannon Branigan’s older brother was here. In person. Right here. In—
“Can I come in?”
Uh...
Stay calm.
Marcus had to be here to see the property, because he sure as shit wasn’t here for me. “Of course.” I held the door and carefully gauged his body language as he stepped in. Nice tight ass in formfitting jeans—
“Why is the place for sale? I mean, these cottages are never available.”
Pain shot through me like a knife, visceral and white-hot.
Deep breath.
“Miss Mabel died a while back, and Gertie decided to move to Arizona with her grandkids.” My attempt at hiding my misery failed, judging by the pity on Marcus’ face. “They were the lesbian couple who took me in after my bigoted parents turfed me.”
His brow furrowed. “I...when? I mean, how old were you?”
Acid churned my gut. “Fifteen.”
“Shit...I mean, you and Shan were dance partners back then. How did I not know?”
Because you and your hockey jock friends didn’t pay any attention to little gay dancers like me?
“I didn’t tell a lot of people back then.” Or now.
“But Shan knew.” Certainty. As solidly spoken as the man himself. All six-foot-two, dark-brown hair and eyes, muscled physique... Don’t go there. “Look, Marcus, that happened a long time ago, before Shan’s accident, before—”
With a step, he invaded my personal space. “You should’ve told me. I would’ve...”
“What? Taken care of me? Given me a home? Miss Mabel and Gertie did. I was fine. I am fine.” Lonely, but fine.
“Oh, you’re fine, alright.”
I cocked my head.
He shrugged. Then he spun and tapped the wall. “Want to give me a tour?”
Right up to my bedroom? Sure.
Or not.
“Just on the market and a good price.” I handed him the brochure and his brows shot up. Although Gertie would enjoy the extra money to spoil her grandkids, she didn’t need it. She was splitting part of the profits with me, but I was more concerned about finding the right buyer. “I’m hoping whomever buys it won’t tear it down.”
His eyes widened in evident horror. “This house is practically on the heritage list. It’d be a travesty to tear it down.”
Well, hadn’t quite achieved official heritage status, but it meant a lot to me. So did his obvious horror at destroying the one place I felt truly safe.
“Why are you selling it?”
The question startled me. “Well, with Gertie gone, it seemed silly to hold on to it. I have my condo...” And why wasn’t I just moving back in? I could sell the condo and send the money to Gertie. Hell, she’d gift me the house if she knew I was staying in it. I thought part of her heart was breaking selling the thing. She was as adamant as me about not tearing the grand dame down. But I couldn’t control what a buyer chose to do. I could only choose a buyer carefully.
We wandered into the kitchen. “All the appliances are updated. We did the wiring back in the late nineties when technology took a huge leap forward. The ladies had all the most modern amenities.”
Marcus spun in the space. “Yet kept all its charm. I love the yellow paint. So bright.”
I’d once thought it dated. Now, in his eyes, the appeal was clear. I pointed to the huge windows. “With the southern exposure, this room is really bright on a sunny day.”
Uh, why was he staring at me like that? I forced myself to not turn around to see if there was something interesting behind me.
