Love Speaks

By Kassandra Lea

Ian Sheffield is madly in love with Stephan Rodgers. They're even getting married. But there's one minor little glitch in the plan.

Stephan's father doesn't know his son is gay.

Ian is pushing for him to come out, supportive in every way, but is Thanksgiving dinner really the right time to drop the news?

• Language: English
• Publisher: JMS Books LLC
• Release date: Nov 19, 2016
• ISBN: 9781634861724

Kassandra Lea

Kassandra Lea’s stories have appeared in a number of anthologies. She lives in southern Wisconsin. For more information, visit facebook.com/leakassie.

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Love Speaks

By Kassandra Lea

Published by JMS Books LLC at Smashwords

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Copyright 2016 Kassandra Lea

ISBN 9781634861724

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Love Speaks

By Kassandra Lea

Chapter 1

Ian Sheffield stood before the window, watching as the lazy white flakes drifted to earth. It was only November, the last month of fall, but already the world, or at least his little part of it, was covered in winter’s shawl. Normally he rejoiced at the sight of snow and the magical touch it added to the brown, slumbering landscape. It meant ice skating on the frozen pond down the street and building snowmen in the front yard. Twinkling strands of lights and cheery carols. Peppermint swirled hot chocolate and curling up under a fluffy blanket while listening to a crackling fire.

His favorite things about the chilly months of winter.

And they weren’t supposed to arrive in November.

What’s with the dour look? inquired a voice from behind. The window can’t possibly have offended you so deeply. It’s only a glass.

It’s snowing. Again.

An arm slipped around his waist as Stephan Rodgers stepped up beside him. Who do you think you’re trying to fool? Normally you’d be standing here remarking about the lack of flaky white stuff to cavort around in.

Ian looked at Stephan, one eyebrow cocked. Who says cavort nowadays?

I do. Stephan playfully punched him in the shoulder. Then slipped his hand down to take Ian’s in his own. Come on, let’s see to making plans for Thanksgiving. We haven’t decided what we’re going to do yet.

Ian allowed himself to be led over to the couch, falling onto one of the cushions and accepting a glass of his favorite wine. There were festively wrapped chocolates in a bowl on the coffee table. They had agreed to hold off on Christmas decorations until after Turkey Day, but sweets were a weakness they shared and often indulged in, perhaps a bit more than they should have, all things considered. Come the last weekend of November they would put on holiday music and dig the boxes out of the attic, dressing the house up in its winter finery. At least they’d managed to get the outside lights put up before the first round of snow, though Ian refused to turn them on until what he deemed an appropriate time.

I thought we decided that I’d go home and you would go home, Ian said,