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Counting: Book One
There are over two hundred thousand fence posts between Syracuse and Boston. Henry Auttenberg likes numbers—it's his job—but he isn't going to count them all, even if the view outside the rental car is less confounding than the driver, his attractive but oh so obnoxious colleague, Marcus Winnamore. It's Christmas Eve, and Henry would much rather be home with his family. When the blizzard that grounded their flight forces them off the road, however, he's stuck with Marc until the storm passes—or a plow digs them out.
As the temperature outside plummets, the atmosphere inside the car slowly heats up. Henry learns the true reason for Marc's chilly distance—he's not exactly straight… maybe… and he's been fantasizing about Henry's mouth, among other things. Confession laid out, Marc is all for sharing body heat… and more. Henry isn't interested in being an experiment, but as the night and cold deepen, he could be convinced to balance certain risk against uncertain reward.
There are over two hundred thousand fence posts between Syracuse and Boston. Henry Auttenberg likes numbers—it's his job—but he isn't going to count them all, even if the view outside the rental car is less confounding than the driver, his attractive but oh so obnoxious colleague, Marcus Winnamore. It's Christmas Eve, and Henry would much rather be home with his family. When the blizzard that grounded their flight forces them off the road, however, he's stuck with Marc until the storm passes—or a plow digs them out.
As the temperature outside plummets, the atmosphere inside the car slowly heats up. Henry learns the true reason for Marc's chilly distance—he's not exactly straight… maybe… and he's been fantasizing about Henry's mouth, among other things. Confession laid out, Marc is all for sharing body heat… and more. Henry isn't interested in being an experiment, but as the night and cold deepen, he could be convinced to balance certain risk against uncertain reward.
