Sunshine's Kiss
McCaffrey Men 1
Sunshine’s Kiss
Sam Bishop is on the run, and the safest place he can think of to hide is the ranch where he grew up. He just doesn’t expect Jesse McCaffrey, the ranch owner, to be waiting for his return. The man is both angry that Sam left him five years ago and determined to make sure that Sam never leaves again.
But the danger that Sam is fleeing is right on his tail, and Jesse will have to reveal his darkest secret in order to save Sam. Getting Sam to stay after that will take more determination than Jesse might have. A little luck wouldn’t hurt either.
And if that doesn’t work, Jesse will just claim Sam as his Lycan mate and keep him anyway.
Genre:
Alternative (M/M or F/F), Paranormal, Shape-shifter
Length:
56,541 words
McCaffrey Men 1
Stormy Glenn
EROTIC ROMANCE
MANLOVE
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SUNSHINE’S KISS
Copyright © 2012 by Stormy Glenn
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McCaffrey Men 1
STORMY GLENN
Copyright © 2012
Nothing had changed.
Not a damn thing.
It was as if he had passed through a time warp at the county line. Wild Card, Montana, still looked the same as it did the day he had left five years ago. Not a damn thing was different, not even the single traffic light in the middle of town.
Wow, talk about stepping back in time
. Samuel Bishop had grown up in Wild Card. He had left, running as fast as he could, the day he turned twenty-one and never once looked back. And yet, when his life went to shit, this was the first place he thought of where he might be safe.
Go figure.
Sam drew in a deep breath as he drove slowly through the middle of town and headed out the other side. Unfortunately, the town wasn’t his last stop. His destination lay another fifteen miles outside of town.
As Sam drove down the country road, he tried to see if anything was different. It wasn’t. The same old farmhouses sat beside the road. The same trees and fields dotted the landscape. He even recognized some of the trucks that passed him by.
Sam wondered if coming home was the best decision he could have made. Staying in Denver certainly wasn’t a good decision, but coming home could be the biggest mistake he ever made.
Well, that wasn’t true. Desmond Kent was the biggest mistake he ever made, hands down. Desmond was a menace. Sam just wished he had known that early on and not six months into his relationship with the man. Who knew a man that looked that good could be such a prick?
I guess you learn something new every day
.
Sam shook his head. He had learned, all right—the hard way. And he had spent two days in the hospital recovering to prove it. He still had a cast around his wrist to remind him in case he ever forgot.
Sam couldn’t wait to get it off. It itched like hell. He supposed that was the least of his worries. He could lie, and tell his mother he fell or something just as ridiculous, but his mother would see right through him. She always could.
Sarah Bishop was going to have a fit when she found out the truth. Sam just hoped she gave him the time to deal with what had happened before grilling him too much. He was still reeling from the attack by the man who professed to love him more than life, and it had been over a week ago. Sam wasn’t sure he’d actually ever get over it.
How do you get over something like that?
Sam wondered. Desmond had seemed like the perfect guy. He had looks, charm, money—everything going for him, including a serious possessive streak.
Sam shuddered as he remembered how possessive Desmond actually was. He couldn’t remember the last time he had been so scared of someone. Hell, he couldn’t actually remember
ever
being so scared of someone. Desmond had the whole
if I can’t have you, no one can
thing going on for him.
Sam could only hope that Desmond didn’t remember where he had grown up. At least, they hadn’t talked about it a lot. At the time, Sam had been too enamored with Desmond to mind the fact that the man always wanted to talk about himself. After several months of not feeling important, Sam had had enough. He’d put his foot down.
And that was when things went downhill.
Fast.
Too fast.
Like, in a matter of days fast.
Sam had been careful. The second the doctor had released him from the hospital, he had run back into his apartment and grabbed anything important he wanted to take with him. Everything else had to be left behind.
He wasn’t going back.
Ever.
He grabbed his stash of cash he’d been saving up for a while, bought a used car that barely worked, and started for home without looking back. The drive from Denver to Wild Card took days, but only because Sam had to rest so often. He was still in a lot of pain.
Tears prickled in the corners of his eyes when the turn to the McCaffrey ranch came into view. Sam pulled off to the side of the road and just stared at the sign that hung over the entrance. He was finally home. It almost didn’t feel real.
If he closed his eyes, Sam could picture everything on the place. He had grown up there, even if he wasn’t a McCaffrey. He knew where each building was placed, each length of fence. He knew just how far to push himself out on the rope hanging off the edge of the barn roof so that he landed in the hay instead of the hard ground. He knew just how long it would take to run from the house to the creek that lay in the woods just beyond the barn. He knew it all.
And he never realized until that very second how much he had missed it. When he had left five years ago, he had run so fast that he hadn’t had time to look back. Now, he wondered if running had been the best choice he could have made.
It certainly seemed like it at the time, but now he wasn’t so sure. If he had never left Wild Card, he never would have met Desmond and learned the true meaning of hell. Staying just hadn’t been an option.
Sam jumped when he heard a vehicle pull up beside him and honk. He wiped his hand down his face then turned to smile at whoever had pulled up beside him. It paid to be friendly with the natives.
Sam’s eyes widened when he got his first good look at the dark-haired driver. He was out of his beat-up old car and around the front of the vehicle before the man even opened his door.
“Well. Sam Bishop, as I live and breathe,” the man said as he stepped out.
“Gabe McCaffrey. I thought you’d be long gone by now.” Sam grinned. As teenagers, they had talked for hours about getting out of Wild Card, made plans, worked it all out. Yet, when Sam left, he left alone.
“Naw, the place kind of grew on me after you left.”
Sam leaned in to give Gabe a man hug—slap on the back while not leaning too close—then stepped back to look up into the face of the man who had been his best friend growing up. “You look good, Gabe.”
Gabe arched a dark eyebrow as he looked Sam up and down. His eyes bypassed the bruises on Sam’s face and settled on the cast on Sam’s wrist. “You don’t.”
Sam felt his face flush. He quickly glanced away, wrapping his arms around his still-sore ribs. “City life is a little rough.” There was a statement of epic proportions.
“Is that why you’re home?”
Sam shrugged then winced and wished he hadn’t when he felt a twinge of pain between his shoulder blades. “I just need a little time.”
Gabe looked out over the abundance of trees and fields of green grass that surrounded them. “This is the place to be if you need time, Sam. It’s a good thinking place. It’s a good place to stay. Life isn’t so…uh…rough around here.”
Sam ducked his head so that Gabe wouldn’t see the tears sparkling in his eyes. Gabe had always known him so well. They had been as thick as thieves when they were younger. Leaving Gabe behind had been one of the hardest things he had done, but just one of them. There were others that rated higher up on the scale, and one in particular that Sam preferred not to think about right now.
“How’s life on the ranch?” Sam asked to get the conversation off of him and onto something mundane.
“Pretty good actually.” A wistful smile came across Gabe’s lips. “There’ve been a lot of changes since you left, good changes.”
“Oh?”
“You know Jesse’s running the place now?”
“Uh, no.” Sam swallowed hard at the mere mention of the oldest of the McCaffrey brothers. He couldn’t help but wonder what had happened to Andrew McCaffrey, Jesse and Gabe’s father. He had been in charge when Sam left. “I must have missed that in my phone calls home to Mom.”