Stability wasn’t part of Beck’s vocabulary until he reached the legal age of eighteen and had to fend for himself. Young, not so naïve yet well aware of his best…assets, he did what he had to do to survive. But what Beck desired above all else was a daddy who’d love him and his needy, unfiltered little side.
Crispin Knight was a workaholic, and that was putting it mildly. Boys came and went, and he was fine with that. Whenever he was home, he’d head to Cordes and find one to play with until it was time to leave again. That worked well until his friend Stanley’s boy Jobe brought his best friend to dinner one night.
Will a bunny-loving boy with a knack for saying the wrong things at the most inopportune times tame an overworked Daddy and build a forever with him? Or will he be hop, hop, hopping away with a broken heart?