Next Time
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This is a famous urban legend. The hitchhiker who vanishes. I literally picked up a ghost.
There's a problem with that. Two problems.
I don't believe in ghosts.
And I especially don't believe in sexy, slinky ghosts who carry big-eyed floof dogs.
Bobby's real. And I'm going to find a way to make him stay in my world.
Next Time is a 21,000-word 85-page novella about what happens when a small-town sheriff picks up a hitchhiker who isn't what he seems. Bobby says he's traveling to our time from decades in the past-- a past that keeps reaching ahead to snatch him back. How can Loren and Bobby find a way to be together if the fabric of time itself stands against them? This steamy gay romance features an adorable Pomeranian, lots of lemon pie, and two men who fight spacetime itself to find their happily ever after.
Parker Avrile
Like Kyle, I ran away to Vegas. Now I'm running from it.
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Next Time - Parker Avrile
Chapter One
Some tourist checking potholes for sparrows called in another complaint about Jim Wheeler shooting off his deer rifle on County Road 4711. I slapped on some DEET aftershave before I drove out to tell him to knock it off. Milligold, Minnesota (established 1887, population 632) pays a crop duster to spray for mosquitoes twice a summer, but I wasn't taking any chances.
Ten thirty or so. Late June. Twilight in northern Minnesota. A fast drive down a flat highway. The sun on the western horizon gilded the glassy surface of the water in those famous potholes. You could almost call it pretty, if you were a crazy tourist who flew all the way from England to look at some birds in a puddle.
It wasn't the first time Jim had fired off his weapon in the general direction of some random tourist. Trouble was his grandfather was a state senator, and his father a judge, and there was a sad story about medication-resistant paranoia.
Parking in front of the singlewide, I rolled down the driver's side window and raised my voice a little. Jim. If you ever hit one of those tourists, you know I'm going to have to take you to jail.
A gaunt man in his forties pushed through the front door, the deer rifle still on his shoulder. With his stringy hair caught in a tail that fell to the middle of his back, he could have stepped right out of a time capsule from 1887. How many no trespassing signs I have to post?
Jim.
I gestured to heaven because we'd had this argument word-for-word before. Please.
It was just a warning shot.
And so's this just a polite warning. I'm tired of driving out here to talk about this.
He looked at my 2017 Ford F-150. The purple and green metalflake paint job was custom, and I don't apologize for it. I don't even rate an official vehicle anymore?
I was already home when I got the call.
Well, I appreciate your concern. The dadblasted trespasser is already halfway back to London by now. Problem solved. I thank you for taking the time to drive out here, sheriff. I know you didn't have to do that.
Minnesota nice. It's a thing.
As I headed back, my headlights picked up a man walking along the road, his shoulders hunched a little. That was strange. Walking along the road wasn't the right way to describe it. Since there was no sidewalk and no real shoulder, he was actually walking in the road. County Road 4711 isn't exactly pedestrian friendly. No reason for it to be. There's no place in walking distance to come from or go to.
When I slowed to pass, I saw the shoulders were hunched because he cradled some small, fluffy scrap of a floof dog in his arms. Wasn't sure, but I thought it might be a Pomeranian.
My spidey sense tingled.
He gave the truck some side-eye and then looked away, pretending he didn't see. Kind of hard to believe, considering I'd just backed up several yards to pull up alongside him.
I leaned over to open the passenger side door.
Get in.
I was still in my sheriff's drag, and he couldn't seriously pretend he didn't see that. White shirt with all the usual badges on it, black trousers, utility belt, Glock 43.
He smoothed all expression out of his face. That ain't an official vehicle. And I wasn't doing nothing.
Everybody in rural Minnesota has an accent― just ask TV― but his was heavier. More country. A good voice, though. Calm. You sensed he'd make a nice tenor for the church choir.
The Pom's voice was a single high-pitched yip. She inspected me with the kind of cynicism you don't necessarily expect from a carrot-colored ball of fluff with black button eyes.
Look.
I gestured toward endless fields of soy. I don't know where you're going, but you can't get there from here.
He studied my face as if he was trying to reach some decision about me. His eyes were a shade of gray somewhere between mist and silver.
It's going to be pitch-dark out here in about ten minutes, and the two of you need to be getting out of this road before you get yourself run over. Go on. Get in.
Finally he did.
The truck beeped. Seatbelt,
I said.
For a long minute, he looked at me like he had no idea what I meant. Then he found the straps and snapped them into place. The Pom never took her eyes off me as she settled into his lap.
I'm Loren,
I said.
I wasn't doing nothing.
Nobody said he was. The steady eyes and calm voice didn't seem criminal, but I still sensed something off. Where'd you get the dog?
She's my dog.
If there's one thing you learn from working law enforcement in a rural county, it's how to judge age. Up close, this one was twenty-three or twenty-four, not as young as his manner suggested. Whatever he was running from, it wasn't juvie. Rehab, maybe, but he looked too healthy for that. Tall and muscular, a little on the thin side, but not too thin. Shaggy blond hair. Good cheekbones. Good jaw to match. A faint scribble of reddish-gold scruff coming in.
I didn't say she wasn't your dog. I asked where you got her.
Four eyes glared at me as if I'd just placed Pom and man under arrest. Maybe they thought I had.
What are you doing all the way out here? Somebody dump you out here?
He looked out the window, so now I was getting the back of his head.
You got a name?
Nothing.
I can't help you if you don't talk to me.
I ain't needing your help, Loren.
He pronounced the name Lauren,
like the girl's name, very carefully as if he wasn't sure he was getting it right. I ain't needing anybody's help.
Because if somebody's bullying you, if that's what it is, we can do something about it.
Sure, I was making assumptions, but my gaydar has always been A-plus, and I didn't think I was wrong.
Ain't nothing like that. It's a free country, and I'm just a man walking his dog on a public road.
I don't know when I've heard somebody say ain't
without irony. A country boy. Even more country than this, although I don't know where there's a place in America more country than this.
"Something's wrong, because you wouldn't be out here walking if