A Men of Falcon Pointe Novel
Sebastien Cather moves to Falcon Pointe with a dream to live life his way. Offered a room at 959 Brenton Street, he discovers how liberating it can feel to live among accepting people, especially in a household where they practice loving physical discipline. And he quickly gains a boyfriend in Avery, a fellow student. Unfortunately Avery isn’t his first choice. His roommate David is fascinating and good-looking, and Bastien would do anything to have him—but he doesn’t think the attraction is returned.
Tensions rise as his roommates’ wedding is threatened and his present and past lives clash. Outed by the national media, Bastien knows he will never be able to return home again. Just as he’s sure he can’t handle any more stress, David shows his interest. Bastien slowly makes his way forward, trying to find firm footing in the minefield that is his life. But when his landlord makes an announcement about the future of the house, it may change all of his dreams.
“HEY, TRENT. Long time no see. Don’t suppose you have a room for rent?” Bastien grimaced as the words tripped across his tongue. “Elder! Hei! Hei! Just about to start school, and the dorms suck. Rumor says you’re gay and might have a room for let?” Groaning, he gripped the handle of his shoulder bag as he pulled the other two suitcases behind him.
Never in his life would he have considered moving to Falcon Pointe, Washington. He liked the sun and the heat. Growing up in Mesa, Arizona did that to a person. But when he found out one of the men he knew on his mission had come out as gay and lived happily in Washington State with several other gay men, Bastien changed his plans. All of them.
At home for a year, he attended a local community college to get in the required general education courses most universities required while working full time in construction. Applying to Falcon Pointe was a no-brainer. But he always planned on contacting Trent Farnsworth to find a good place to live. Doubt and worry plagued him so much, he hadn’t done it. Just how was he supposed to contact Trent and say, “Hey, I’m gay too”? Not only was that a phrase he still struggled to admit out loud, but he was afraid his mail would get intercepted and his family would find out. Dear God. That would be destructive. His two older brothers were violently antigay, and his parents made no secret about the fact they thought gays were the newest plague.
Reaching the hold area on campus, Bastien stored his suitcases in two lockers. He had a week before school started, so if things didn’t work out with Trent, he was sure he could find other accommodations. But living with someone who had gone through what Bastien was about to do was the preferable option. He admitted to himself he was a bit of a scaredy-cat for not outing himself when he first realized—at age fourteen—that he liked guys. But with his religion telling him he was bad because of it and so many members talking about severe ways to get the gay out, he felt it best to cover up his sexuality.
And he’d done that really well. Too well, apparently, given his high school girlfriend waited for him the entire two years he was in Finland serving their church, and expected them to pick up right where they left off. In fact, both of their families expected him to propose. The worst thing was he probably would have if he hadn’t found out about Trent. The guy who told him—his first mission companion—no doubt expected him to be as disgusted as he was. Instead Bastien felt hope for the first time since he was fourteen.
“And now I get to go find the man and hope he doesn’t walk away.” Since he got off the plane that morning, Bastien had tried to figure out what to say. Nothing sounded right. When he held the conversations in his head, the words always came out sounding cheesy. Plus he always figured Farnsworth thought he was odd. Well, every companion he’d had thought he was odd. “No talking yourself out of this,” he hissed to himself, pulling out his phone and doing a quick map check to find his route to 959 Brenton Street.
The house was about three miles from campus, which would take him an hour to walk, but that was fine. While he would have preferred to take his suitcases with him so he wouldn’t have to come back for them, he couldn’t imagine the expression on Trent’s face if he showed up with bags in tow.
The buildings around campus were mostly student related—meaning fast food—but the farther he walked, the more businesses turned into houses on tree-lined streets. The air felt cold to him, as it had been one hundred twenty degrees in Phoenix the day before, but he also enjoyed the walk. As much as he loved the vistas of Arizona, Finland taught him to love trees. And Washington State definitely had an abundance of those.
Trent’s house was large, set back from the street, and two stories. The street was quiet except for a few kids who laughed and giggled as they played on their lawn. Bastien glanced around and didn’t see any cars. He felt a pang of unease. Why hadn’t he thought about the fact it was a Monday? Trent was probably working. Dang it. Hoping he wouldn’t have to get a hotel for the night—an expense he had hoped not to have—he walked up the flower-lined walkway and a few steps to a covered front porch. There were a couple of benches and it looked newly painted.
He took a deep breath and knocked. There was no answer, and he couldn’t hear anything, so he pushed the doorbell. When he didn’t hear anyone walking to the door, he groaned and turned toward the street. It would be another hour back to campus and then to find a hotel. Idiot. You should have contacted him. Wouldn’t it have been easier to do it via mail? Rejection was so much easier that way.
The door opened behind him, and he swung around and spotted a man with shaggy brown hair, brown eyes, and a few days’ growth of stubble on his chin. He also looked as though he had just woken up. “Hello?” he yawned with a lazy smile.
“Uh, hi. Is Trent home?”
The man at the door yawned again. “He should be home soon. Come in.” He stood back and Bastien stepped into the house. The foyer was wide open, painted in a soft taupe over some sort of wall treatment. To their left was an open living room with large leather furniture. “Have a seat,” he said, waving toward one of the chairs. “My name’s Alan. I’m one of his roommates.”
“Hi. I’m Sebastien.”
“Know Trent from school?” Alan sat down on one of the sofas and leaned back languidly. His short shorts rode up a little bit, exposing a tiny bit of his pubic hair.
Sitting down quickly to hide his groin’s reaction to it, Bastien shook his head. “Nah. Knew him in Finland.” And not all that well, actually. Bastien and his first mission companion lived in the same apartment as Trent and his final mission companion. Except for morning and evening prayer, they saw one another only about once a week. Looking him up appeared stupider and stupider the more he thought about it.
Alan made a sound that could have been a cough or a choke, sat up, and leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees. “You one of the Mormon people?”
“Uh. Yeah.” In theory, anyway.
“Hmm,” he said, scratching at his chin. “He hasn’t been with you people for a few years.” His words had what Bastien took to be a protective tone, and he wondered what Trent went through when he came out.
“Yeah. I know. It’s just I…. Well, it’s kind of…. Geez, it’s like….” Groaning, Bastien rubbed his eyes frantically with the palms of his hands. That always happened when he got flustered. He lost the ability to make sense. “I transferred to Falcon Pointe and figured, since he lived here, I’d look him up.” And it looked like that idea might backfire on him. “I’m sorry to bother you. I’ll just go.” He stood up and turned to leave as quickly as he could, before he made an even bigger fool of himself.
Before he reached it, the door opened and Trent Farnsworth walked in, though he looked different from the last time Bastien saw him. His hair was longer and he had scruff on his chin, but the largest difference was the joy radiating off him. The man facing him was happy. He wore jeans and a T-shirt and had a book bag thrown over one shoulder. When he spotted Bastien, a small smile started across his face. Bastien could see the moment Trent recognized him. He froze, and his eyes widened as the smile turned to a frown. “Elder?” he asked cautiously.
“Hey.” Bastien fidgeted from side to side while he tried to figure out whether to just dart around Trent or try to make small talk.
“Wow. Long time,” Trent said cautiously, leaving the door open. “What brings you here?”
“Uh, well, I’m transferring to Falcon Pointe and knew you lived here, so I thought I’d look you up.”
“Okay,” Trent said slowly and shot a glance to Alan. “Look. I don’t know if you’ve heard or not, but I—”
“Came out of the closet and got excommunicated from the church,” Bastien spat out. “I know. You’re the only guy I know who had the guts to do it.”
Trent’s eyes narrowed and confusion masked his features. “I didn’t get ex’d. I left the church voluntarily.”
Well, that was news. “Really?” Bastien couldn’t keep the hope from his voice. “I didn’t think we could do that.”
For a moment they just stared at one another, and then Trent’s gaze softened. “You’re gay?”
Bastien gulped and nodded. “Yeah.”
A slow smile crossed Trent’s face. “Where are you living?”
“Don’t know yet. Just got here today. Have a week before school starts to find a place.”
“Well,” Trent said slowly. “There are five of us, and you’d have to get the approval of us all first, but we do have an open room here. If you’re interested,” he added.
Relief flowed through Bastien. “Really? ’Cause that would be great. I mean, you’ve been through all this. I hoped….” Heat filled his cheeks.
“Great. Well, the rest of the guys should be home within the hour. While I go up and shower, I’m sure Alan would love to show you the house.”
“You bet.” Alan bounced up from his seat on the sofa, beaming at Bastien as Trent closed the front door. “What are we doing for dinner, anyway?” he asked.
“I’m in the mood for Chinese,” Trent said. “Buffet style. But as we know, Kent isn’t up for that—”
“Pfft. He can make his own food,” Alan said. “I’ll show Sebastien around. You call in the order.”
“Will do.” Trent walked by and gave him a friendly pat on the back as he passed. “Eld—fuck. What’s your first name?”
“Sebastien, though I prefer Bastien.”
“Bastien, what kind of Chinese food do you like?”
Surprised at being asked, Bastien turned his head and looked over his shoulder at Trent. “I like it all.”
“Our kind of roommate,” Alan said with a grin. “Come on. Let me show you around. Let’s start with the backyard.”
The house was so far back from the street, Bastien assumed it would have a small backyard. The opposite was true. There were a half-dozen seating areas, produce and Zen gardens, a barbeque, and even a hot tub. “For Labor Day Cory’s friends and many of our former roommates will descend,” Alan said with a smile. “They’ll come on Sunday and leave on Monday. It’s busy but fun. And they mostly stay out here, so anyone who isn’t into socializing doesn’t have to, if they prefer.”
They walked back inside. The kitchen wasn’t large, but the appliances seemed new, and everything was spotless. “We all pitch in to clean,” Alan said. “Well, for the most part. If Cory offers you the room, you get the choice of going in on the food, cooking, and cleaning with most of us, or getting your own food and doing your own cleaning. Kent does the latter, but the other four of us just split everything up.”
“That sounds fine to me. I’ll admit I’m not that great a cook.”
Alan snorted. “Me neither. When it’s my turn, we get french toast for breakfast and take-out for dinner.” While Alan had the kind of slightly flamboyant flair that always fascinated and horrified him, Bastien found himself liking him. He had the feeling Alan just called it like he saw it.
Besides the living room and kitchen, the first floor also held two offices and a bedroom with attached bathroom. “This is the one up for rent. The furniture just kind of belongs to the place. The mattresses, however, belong to Trent. You’ll have to ask him how much he wants for them. They’re practically new. Once he and Cory got together, he’s slept upstairs, and that was almost three years ago now.”
So Trent was with one of the guys here. “Trent’s with someone?” he asked as he pressed on the mattress. It felt nice and firm.
“Yep. He and Cory are engaged, actually. Their wedding’s in December.”
Bastien looked up in surprise and blinked. Wow. Married. That was more than just jumping out of his comfort zone. He’d leaped into the deepest part of the pool. “Wow.” He turned and let his butt drop to the mattress.
“Hey. You okay?” Alan asked kindly, sitting down next to him and placing a hand on his shoulder.
“Yeah. It’s just… I’ve had to hide who I was for my entire life, and now….” He gulped.
Alan squeezed his hand. “Trent’s been there too. We helped him through it, and we can help you as well. And you couldn’t have found a better house to come out in. We’re all a bit different. Kent’s… well, he’s the most annoying of all of us, and to be honest, it drives me a bit nuts. But that’s my problem.”
“What do you mean, annoying?”
Alan shrugged. “He just rubs me the wrong way. Ignore me. I worked seventeen days straight. I’m still trying to get over that. Now let me show you the second floor.”
Everyone else’s bedrooms were upstairs, as well as two bathrooms and another room that Alan didn’t show him. As they walked down the stairs to the first floor, the front door opened and a tall man walked in. He looked to be in his early forties and had gorgeous, raven-black hair that had a little bit of gray at the temples. He wore scrubs, and from his expression, Bastien thought he could crash at any moment.
“Hey, Cory,” Alan said. So that was Trent’s fiancé. Trent was a lucky man. He was hot. Cory looked up and smiled. Laugh lines cropped up around his eyes.
“Alan, feeling any better?”
Snorting, Cory nodded. “Yes. You are vertical.” He turned toward Bastien, and his smile and deep green eyes warmed. “And who is this?”
“Cory, this is Bastien. He’s a friend of Trent’s and is looking for a place to live.”
“Wonderful.” Cory held out a hand to shake Bastien’s. “Nice to meet you. Trent didn’t tell me one of his friends was looking for a room.”
“This is all a surprise,” Bastien admitted, feeling his cheeks heat up. “I didn’t actually tell him I was moving to Falcon Pointe.”
“And he’s here and needs us,” Trent said, bouncing down the stairs. “Sweetheart,” he said softly and wrapped his arms around Cory. They leaned in and kissed. It was sweet, and Bastien couldn’t tear his eyes away. Sure, he’d hoped gay men could be loving, but that was the first time he’d ever seen it. His mother always said no two men could truly love one another. As if without a woman nearby, they’d spend time waging war or watching sports.
“Aren’t they cute?” Alan crooned. He snickered when Trent flipped him off.
“We’ve ordered dinner,” Trent said, rubbing his hands up and down Cory’s arms. “Want to take a shower first?”
“Yes please. Get the hospital smell off me. Bastien, over dinner we’ll talk cost. Where’s your car?” he asked, one foot on the bottom step. “I didn’t see one I don’t recognize.”
“I don’t have one.”
“Are your bags at your hotel?” Alan asked.
“Uh, no.” More heat spread from his cheeks to his ears. “They’re at the hold in two lockers on campus. I didn’t want to assume….”
Alan clapped him on the shoulder as he spoke to Trent. “Do you want to take him to get them, or shall I? When’s dinner?”
“Twenty minutes. I’ll take him to get his bags, and the food should be here when we get back.”
HE ASSUMED getting out of the house and away from the other men would make things easier. It didn’t. If anything, it made it harder. Bastien wanted to hit himself over the head with something. Finally he was seated next to a man who had been where he was. Trent probably had answers to every single one of his questions, and did he ask any of them? No.
They reached the school in ten minutes, and Trent walked with him to get his suitcases. He’d left his shoulder bag at the house. It took less than fifteen minutes to walk to the lockers, get his bags, and walk back to Trent’s vehicle.
“Liking Falcon Pointe so far?” Trent asked as he pulled out of the parking lot.
Trent laughed. “Yeah. I know what you mean. But I’ve gotten used to it, and the freedom here more than makes up for the fact that the wet cold bites me clear down to the bone. It’s worse than being snowed in in Finland.”
Bastien chuckled. He couldn’t imagine that. “I’m sure having a boyfriend helps.”
Trent’s face lit up. “Cory has made a huge difference in my life. But then so have David and Alan. And Greg. You’ll meet him. He’s Cory’s cousin.”
“What about your other roommate?”
“Kent? He just moved in two weeks ago. We’re still trying to figure him out,” Trent said in an amused tone. He pulled up to the curb and turned off his car. “Bastien, what you’re about to go through. It’s not easy. But for me it was worth it. And not just because I love Cory. You shouldn’t have to hide who you are. Now come on. I’m hungry.”
Bastien dropped his suitcases in the bedroom and followed Trent down to the basement—which was filled with men. Or at least it seemed like it. Besides Cory and Alan, two other men were seated on the sofas facing the huge-ass television. Bastien didn’t even realize they made screens that big. A dozen containers of Chinese food covered a long coffee table that sat between three sofas.
“Get everything?” Alan asked as Trent sat down next to Cory. Since Alan was on a sofa next to someone, Bastien sat on the third sofa next to a guy holding a plate that had a sandwich on it.
“Cool. Well, this makes all of us. This guy—” Alan poked the man sitting next to him. “—is David. He’s a lawyer, and he and Trent take on bullies.”
“That we do.” David held out his hand. The crinkled lines around his eyes made him look around Cory’s age. He had bright red hair that stuck up in a few places and laughing blue eyes. His friendly smile instantly made Bastien feel comfortable. He shook his hand.
“So you do what? Corporate law?”
“Used to. Now Trent and I take on companies and corporations like the Mormon or Catholic churches when they don’t allow people their basic human rights.”
Wow. David and Trent took on religion? That was…. Wow.
“And the guy sitting next to you is Kent,” Alan said, pointing to him. Bastien held out his hand to a man with short blond hair. Kent shook it quickly and then took his hand back and moved slightly away. The phrase “not friendly” practically flashed like a neon sign above his head.
“Okay,” Trent said, drawing his attention back. “We got one of everything from Ling Ho’s. Let’s eat.” He grabbed a plate and a pair of chopsticks and grabbed a few pieces from every container. Then he sat back. When everyone but Kent followed his example, Bastien did the same. The food was fantastic.
Cory motioned to David, who nodded. The two switched places, placing Cory closer to Bastien. “So,” he said quietly, “the rent’s three hundred a month. Alan said you wouldn’t mind sharing in on the food. We each put four hundred a month into a food fund at the beginning of the month and keep a running list of food wanted or needed. The electricity’s anywhere from fifty to two hundred a month, depending on the season. We share Wi-Fi costs, and you’ll have to get your own cell phone. Except for the phone, it rounds out to be around a thousand a month over a year.”
That wasn’t bad. The dorms were more expensive than that.
“Tell him about the paddle,” Kent said in a mulish tone, his mouth full of sandwich.
“I was getting to that,” Cory said, and turned back to Bastien. “This is a discipline household. What that means is we all have rules we live by. If someone breaks those rules, it can cause a lot of backbiting and bad feelings. That’s not acceptable, and in a house filled with men, it’s asking for trouble. If someone breaks the rules, they get disciplined. Mostly, though, I use discipline to help someone reach their potential.”
Kent let out a belch, and Alan glared in his direction. The rest of the men seemed okay, but that Kent guy didn’t seem to fit in.
“What do you mean by discipline?”
“Spanking. I have a paddle I use.”
Bastien blinked and gaped for a moment and then took a bite of food. Chewing and swallowing gave him a couple minutes to think. Instinctively he turned toward Trent. “And you’re okay with that?”
Amusement crossed his face. “More than okay. Don’t get me wrong. It hurts like a motherfucker while he’s paddling your ass, but it’s damned nice not to have any guilt or bad feelings afterward. It’s like the slate’s wiped clean.”
Alan grinned. “Yeah, and Cory holds you afterward.”
“Well, there’s that too.”
“Discipline households are everywhere,” Cory assured him. “It’s just kept pretty quiet.”
Kent mumbled something under his breath that made the other men still.
“Got something to say there, Kent?” David asked in a deep voice. Bastien could feel the tension. The other men were easygoing, but there was something off about Kent.
“Nothing that you’d listen to.”
Cory cleared his throat. “Why don’t we go talk about it upstairs?”
“You ain’t paddling me,” Kent spat.
“True. But I still think we need to talk. I explained that anything that upset the peace in this house needs addressed. You are upsetting the peace.”
Kent glared at him and then stood up and headed upstairs.
“Excuse me,” Cory said calmly and followed him.
Alan let out a grunt and plopped his plate on the table. “I really hate that guy.” Without a word David reached forward and grasped Alan’s arm. He yanked him over to the other couch to sit between him and Trent. David put an arm around Alan’s shoulders, and Trent leaned his head on Alan’s chest.
“This isn’t the norm,” David said, and Bastien looked up when he realized he was talking to him. “And I don’t think Kent will be here much longer. He just doesn’t fit.” He continued to rub Alan’s shoulders as Trent picked up a piece of food from his plate and put it to Alan’s lips.
Bastien had never seen anything quite like it. Men taking care of men. And doing it seemingly without considering if they would lose their man card. It was captivating.
The sound of a slamming door upstairs made him jump. A few minutes later, Cory came back and walked over to hug Alan. He picked up his plate. “Kent will be moving out by the weekend.” Alan looked at him, and Cory stretched his arm out. “Come on.” Alan practically leaped onto his sofa and curled up against him. “Everything’s fine,” Cory told him.
“So what are you studying in school?” David asked, diverting Bastien’s stare from Cory and Alan.
“Gen ed right now. But I plan to major in some sort of science. I just can’t decide on which one.” He turned to Trent. “You graduated. Right?”
“Yep. In June. But I’m in my master’s program now. In psychology.”
Bastien chatted with them, and Alan slowly came out of whatever funk he’d been in. He and Trent changed places so Trent could curl up next to his fiancé. “So, what do you think?” Alan asked, back to eating with gusto.
“About the house? It’s great.” And he had the feeling it was the perfect place for him. The whole paddle thing was scary, but if Trent could handle it, so could he. “If you guys are okay with me moving in, I’d love to.”
“Great,” Cory said. “Did they tell you about the party in two weeks?”
“Oh yeah,” Alan said with a grin.
“This from the man who hides both days,” Trent teased. To Bastien’s surprise, Alan turned a little pink.
“Running into past lovers is not fun.”
“Honey,” David said, patting Alan’s head, “if you keep hiding from men you’ve fucked, you won’t be able to talk to anyone.”
“Hey,” Alan said with a laugh and smashed rice into David’s face.
“That’s my cue,” Cory said, standing up. He winked at Bastien as Trent pulled food quickly from some of the containers onto a plate. “You can have as much fun as you want, as long as it doesn’t become crazy and you clean up after yourself. Knowing David and Alan, this spells food fight. Unless you wish to get involved, I suggest you load up on whatever looks good to you and take it back upstairs.” Once Trent’s plate was filled, the two men headed up the stairs.
David and Alan glanced at Bastien. “Fair warning,” Alan said with a grin. “The food gets everywhere.”
Bastien was still a bit overwhelmed, but he took a few more pieces of food and left the basement. Cory and Trent were curled up in the living room, and he wasn’t sure if he would be welcome. Trent looked over and waved him forward. “Come eat with us. The food fight won’t last long, but I tried to stay down there once when they did it. I got covered in rice.”
Cory chuckled. “They try to keep it to one area, and they’ll be up most of the night finding every last piece of food, but Chinese food has a tendency to go everywhere.”
“I’m surprised that—” Bastien started. Then he realized what he was saying and shut his mouth.
“That I’d allow a food fight?” Cory filled in. He nodded. “It’s just harmless fun, and Alan needs it to work off his stress. I didn’t realize Kent had been getting to him so badly or I would have done something before now.”
Trent gave a playful gasp. “Dr. Cory Venerin’s not perfect? Alert the newspapers.” He let out a squeal as Cory grabbed him by the waist and tickled him. “Stop,” he squeaked, laughing. “Stop. Uncle. Uncle!”
Bastien watched, enthralled, as Cory tickled Trent and they played like any loving couple would. But in his experience, those couples were all male and female. The only male-male interaction he was aware of was the tiny bit of porn he’d seen, and it scared him. This…. It was normal. Wow. Could he possibly have something like it someday?
“Uncle?” David drawled, walking past them toward the kitchen, his hair dotted with rice and some sort of sauce Bastien couldn’t identify. “Wow, you two are getting kinky.”
“Shut it,” Trent said with a laugh, collapsing onto the sofa with the back of his head against Cory’s chest. “Hey, Dave. You look good in Chinese food.”
“Fuck off,” David called back in a pleasant tone. “Cory, where’s the minivacuum?” he asked, walking out with a large vacuum in one hand and paper towels in the other.
David climbed upstairs, and Bastien turned back to find the other two watching him, both of them with understanding looks. “Feel like you’re in the deep end?” Trent asked. Bastien nodded. “Yeah. For the first month I was here, I remember thinking, ‘Wow, these guys are real. And they hug better than anyone I’ve ever met.’”
"Bastien had never seen anything quite like it. Men taking care of men. And doing it seemingly without considering if they would lose their man card. It was captivating."
Welcome back to 959 Brenton Street and the 'Men of Falcon Pointe'. I very much enjoyed the first book in the series that introduced me to Trent, Cory, Alan, David, and Greg. It also gave me some insight into what it means to be Mormon and gay. I watched Trent struggle to figure out who he was, and his fight was captivating. Now the author is introducing Sebastian (Bastien), a fellow Elder of Trent's who was on the same mission to Finland.
I was a little worried that this second book might be too similar, or a repeat of the first. But it didn't take me long to see the big differences between Bastien and Trent. Bastien knows he wants out of the church that calls him an abomination. He stops wearing his garments almost immediately, and argues with his mom about calling his bishop on his behalf. Bastien is a little older than Trent was when he came there to live, but Bastien isn't as shy and he's more outgoing.
David intrigued me when I first met him. He's a lawyer who opened his own practice to take on clients who have been denied their basic human rights, i.e. Trent with the Mormon Church. David was born intersex, having the genitalia of both sexes. What I found wonderful is that his parents didn't decide what sex he "should" be when he was born, they left him the way he was and waited to see what gender he identified with. David is definitely male, and he's pansexual, meaning the person inside is what attracts him versus the gender.
In a weird twist of fate, the nice guy that Bastien has been dating (until they both realized they were better friends), has a father who announced his intent to run for political office. Unbeknownst to anyone, reporters had been following Avery and Bastien on their dates, and Bastien's sexuality was outed on CNN, and to his family back home. I shuddered to think of it. Luckily for Bastien, at least one member of his family did spend time trying to understand, because she just wanted her son back, and I was happy for him. Of course, while this is going on, Trent's father can't leave well enough alone, and David has to take on him and the Mormon Church, again.
I liked this book even more than Trent and Cory's story. I related to Bastien better, and he and David together were sinfully sexy. I still want to live in that house full of such wonderful people, particularly with the changes Cory and Trent are implementing. I'm looking forward to the next book, and I'd really like to see Alan find his own happy ever after.
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