Trucker Love, 3
Two years ago, Gabriel Park screwed up and his life and career as a rock star imploded, losing his band, his freedom, and the love of his life. While in jail, Gabriel cleaned up his body and his life with the hopes of a second chance with his love while rebuilding his career.
For two years, Sam Myles stayed off the road while trying to convince himself that he no longer loved the man who walked away. When a new contract comes in demanding he be the driver, Sam is forced back behind the wheel. After seeing Gabriel again, Sam realizes he’s been lying to himself.
Will Gabriel apologize and make amends for the past? Will Gabriel be able to redeem himself with the fans as well as the man he still loves? Can Sam forgive and leave the past where it belongs, in the past?
Be Warned: m/m sex
Excerpt:
“Hello, Sam,” he replied, wincing when his voice broke on the man’s name. “Thank you for doing this.”
Sam shrugged and shifted into a stance with his feet planted and his arms crossed over his chest. It was a stance Gabriel was well familiar with. Sam was uncomfortable but refused to voice it.
“It’s a paycheck,” he finally said, his gaze shifting over his shoulder to the only trailer in the lot. “Is that the trailer?”
Gabriel looked over his shoulder. “Yep, that’s it. This tour and album are completely different, so I figured I’d make a few changes. Plus, I had some time on my hands.”
“Will there be anyone else on this tour with you?”
“Just you. Which means you’ll be able to sleep in the trailer if you want. There’s plenty of room.”
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Sam shifted his gaze away from Gabriel in a desperate attempt to hold tight to the anger that had been keeping him warm for more than two years. How could he offer to sleep with him before he had even apologized for his actions that had shattered Sam’s life and confidence in himself.
Then he looked at Gabriel and realized the man was not offering his bed, but one of the other beds in the trailer. If he remembered correctly, there were a half dozen bunk beds in addition to the king-size bed in the one bedroom.
From his body’s reaction just being this close to him after all this time, Sam had to refuse. His mind might not want anything to do with Gabriel Park, former star of the rock world, but his body seemed to have forgotten the lies and pain he had inflicted on Sam, causing him to stay off the road for two years, except to drive into Paola.
“I’ll sleep in the cab.”
“Oh. Okay. Yeah, maybe that would be best,” Gabriel said, sounding sad.
“What vehicle will you be driving?” Sam looked around since he did not see a van or SUV parked near the trailer that would indicate it belonged to Gabriel.
Gabriel’s face pinked up in what Sam could only assume was embarrassment.
“Uh, well, I hoped to ride with you, but I can ride in the trailer.”
“You don’t have a car?”
Gabriel shook his head as he dropped his gaze to the ground between them. “I can’t drive. I don’t have a license.”
Sam frowned at that admission. Of course he did not have a license. That was probably the first thing the authorities took from him. Luckily, they had not taken Sam’s license at the time. But then, he had not been in the truck when Gabriel crashed it.
“You’ll ride in the cab with me. Riding in the trailer is five kinds of illegal.”
“Okay. Thanks,” Gabriel said. “I’ve got nearly everything ready to go, so I guess you can just hook it up and we can hit the road.”
Sam nodded, but instead of returning to the truck, he headed toward the trailer. Not that he did not trust Gabriel, but since he was responsible for the contents of the trailer, as well as its safe delivery to each concert venue, he would check it out himself. Just to make sure.
It wasn’t as if he cared whether or not Gabriel’s belongings broke on the road, but he was still fighting the swing between memories of his attraction for the rock star, and the hate that he had carried since their last encounter.
After a quick walk through of the trailer, and packing the folding chair away, Sam watched as Gabriel locked the door. When the man offered him the keyring, he shook his head.
“As long as you’re with me, I don’t need a key.”
“Please take it. It’s a spare, just in case.”
Breathing deeply, Sam accepted the key and slipped it into his pocket. He then turned toward the cab. “All right, let’s get this Redeemed tour underway.”
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