Chance has sent letters and postcards to Kit for years, asking his long time love to join him on his travels. Kit has never shown up before, but this time the Texas cowboy is determined to track Chance down and have his way with the man. Chance it thrilled to see Kit, but their time is cut short when a new job takes him out of the country.
Kit doesn't want to be a burden, but he knows he's on the downhill slide of life. The two men have a terrible case of hit or miss, and it takes everything they have in them to try and make their love work. Will Chance be able to convince Kit that their love is worth the work?
Clicking the little top of the ball point pen he held, Chance contemplated the paper. He was in Denver for the stock show, which meant he'd be in one place for at least a month, and he'd rented a place out toward the mountains, despite the snow and ice.
It was fucking beautiful, and Kit ought to see it in more than pictures. Chance was a great photographer, and that wasn't misplaced pride. It kept him paid and traveling. But some things a man needed to see for himself.
Finally, knowing he was about to sound like a broken record -- because, damn, hadn't he begged to Kit to come, every month for years? -- Chance put the pen to paper.
Hey, Kit. Sitting in my little cabin in the mountains. Denver is fucking amazing at this time of year. You ought to come see it. I miss you, huh?
Okay, so Denver was cold. Not snowing or anything, but bitter fucking cold. Cold like he'd never imagined before.
Kit Hanson tugged his jacket tighter around him, chewing his bottom lip as he killed the truck engine and looked around. Man, Chance did know how to pick places. The cabin sat in the lee of a hill, all log home and snow-covered deck. The place looked calm and inviting, warm and safe. There were aspen trees and shit, and he kind of expected to see deer tracks.
Chance had to be home. There was smoke coming from the chimney, and a big old SUV sat parked up by the deck, with Texas plates. Still.
Okay. Okay, he could do this. He was invited, wasn't he?