Chapter 2
Nick’s Pinto sputtered to a stop on the long winding driveway leading to Ray Carmichael’s house. Mansion. The place was freaking huge. It was Spanish Mission style and had a million rooms. Okay, so he couldn’t really tell how many rooms it had, but it was two stories with a tiled red roof, and Nick was pretty sure his own dive would fit in the man’s garage.
He tapped his fingers against his steering wheel and wondered if this wasn’t a really stupid idea. What did he have in common with Ray? Both of them being gay certainly wasn’t enough. According to all those online dating programs you were supposed to have all kinds of s**t in common with your soul mate. Okay, not that he thought Ray could or would be his soul mate. He was so getting ahead of himself.
The double front doors
