Rekindled

By A. T. Weaver

When Kevin loses his job and boyfriend, he has no option but to return home for the first time in over ten years. He packs up his cat Josie and heads for Kansas City. Once home he learns the subject of a teenage crush is single.
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Five years after losing his partner in a car wreck, Chris is looking for someone to love.
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Can a chance encounter in a bar rekindle an old spark inside Kevin into a new flame between the two?

• Language: English
• Publisher: A. T. Weaver
• Release date: Feb 23, 2018
• ISBN: 9781370411689

A. T. Weaver

A. T. Weaver(Alix the Weaver) is the pen name of a senior citizen and great-grandmother who started writing gay love stories at the age of 60. She has published five novels which are also available on Amazon. She is currently working on a follow-up to First Impressions.

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REKINDLED

Published by Mystichawker Press at Smashwords

Copyright 2018 A. T. Weaver

Originally published as Old Spark – copyright 2015 – A. T. Weaver

Cover by: Silver Circle Images

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Except where actual places are being described for the storyline of this novel, all situations in this publication are fictitious; any resemblance to living persons or places is purely coincidental.

Dedication

For Steve Ammons who got me started writing.

Chapter 1

Kevin Moore’s mood was as black as the Ford Bronco he drove down the snow-lined highway toward Prairie Village, Kansas, where his parents lived. The trip had been a long four days from San Francisco, and he only had three days left until Thanksgiving. He’d plotted his trip through the longer southern route to avoid heavy snow through Utah and Colorado. Thankfully, Josey realized after the first hundred miles that she was not going to be let out of the cat carrier while in the car and quit yowling.

He talked to the cat as he turned off I-35 onto 75th Street. Wow. This must be the new interchange Dad said they called ‘the tunnel to nowhere’. He said they built the tunnel out in the middle of a field and then built the road to it. Makes getting off easier.

Meow.

We’re almost there, old girl. We’ll get you out of that crate soon. Kevin shook his head. I never thought I’d be slinking home like a dog with its tail between its legs. Here I am, nearly thirty years old and running home to Mommy and Daddy. He reached over and stuck his finger through the wires of Josey’s crate, and the cat rubbed against it and purred.

He turned onto the cul-de-sac where he’d grown up, came to an abrupt stop, and stared open-mouthed. I know Dad likes to decorate for Christmas, but I think he went a bit overboard this year. A six-foot-tall, inflatable snowman stood on one side of the drive. On the roof, a man worked to erect four pairs of reindeer that rose into the air behind a red-nosed Rudolph. They looked as if they were truly ready to lift the huge sleigh behind them. A Nativity scene was nestled into the bottom of the tall evergreen in front of the house. Colored lights covered the tree and strings of illuminated icicles hung from the roof on all sides.

A horn sounded behind him. Kevin glanced into the rear-view mirror. The driver of the red Toyota sedan waved and then gave him the finger. I can’t tell who that is, but I guess I’d better move. He lifted his foot from the brake, continued to his parents’ drive, pulled in next to a light blue mini-van, and got out of the Bronco pulling on his coat as he went. One of the girls must be