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Jase is famous around the world, and Garrett’s well known in his neighborhood. They’re two singers. One is living his dream, and the other is living his brother’s. 

Jase’s boyfriend’s hostility has increased toward Jase, making their relationship toxic, but too focused on his band, Jase lets it slide, causing Jase to almost miss out on the kind of love that lived in his fantasies.

Garrett made a promise to his brother when he passed. But a mistake in its interpretation almost causes Garrett to live out his brother’s dream instead of reaching for his own.

Can these men spot and remove the obstacles stopping them from making beautiful music together before it’s too late? 

Saturday arrived quicker than Garrett wanted. He tried to calm his stomach of the bats bumping around and flapping their wings, but the feeling lingered. What the hell had he thought when he’d agreed to meet with Jase and write? Damn. The guy would soon figure out Garrett couldn’t hold his own. Jase was so far out of Garrett’s league and not just in song writing.

Garrett looked in the mirror. Should he shave? He always left the scruff on his jaw on the weekends, but he wasn’t sure if he should today or not. Forget it. It wasn’t as if Jase cared. Garrett ran his fingers through his hair. Good enough.

In his bedroom, he pulled on his favorite pair of writing jeans—faded blue, and made of the softest material he’d ever touched from being washed out so much. Then he slid into his Rolling Stones T-shirt, in honor of the album he’d bought, and headed to the kitchen.

He opened the refrigerator, not sure if he was hungry. With his jittery nerves, maybe he should pass on a meal. He could stop on his way over to Jase’s and buy something light. A muffin, maybe.

He peered at his phone. He only had thirty minutes to drive to Jase’s. Again, he asked himself why he was heading over there. It would be a waste of time. More than likely nothing would come to him, and if it did, it wouldn’t be anything worth using.

Unable to put it off any longer, Garrett picked up the key to his bike and walked out the door. “It’s not supposed to rain,” he told the thick black cloud moving across the sky. His heart sunk. Fresh air would have helped his anxiety. Not willing to take the risk of driving home later in a downpour, or even a drizzle, he ran back inside and snagged his truck keys and a sweat jacket, then left.

Garrett reached Jase’s at five minutes to eight. The guard gate surrounding Jase’s property hadn’t surprised Garrett. It would intimidate anyone who searched for an entrance, regardless that the attached small room stood empty. Garrett stopped at the call box and pressed the intercom button, then waited. The gates slid open. Garrett took that as his welcome and drove up the driveway.

Garrett parked his truck and glanced at the house. He spotted Jase standing in the doorway, and Garrett’s heart raced. With the early morning light shining on him, Jase looked delicious. “Crud.” Knock it off. Jase is out of bounds. Garrett closed his eyes and tried to clear the image. Then he opened them, and Jase stood there looking the same. Damn. Garrett had to accept that if he wanted to stay friends with Jase, which Garrett did, he had to overcome his silly infatuation.