A Thankful Heart

By Shawn Lane

It’s the beginning of November and Fabian is looking to make plans to visit his family with his lawyer boyfriend, Michael, for Thanksgiving week. But when Fabian shows up at Michael’s office during the workday, Michael is rude and unreceptive to the idea, so Fabian breaks up with him.

Making the trip to San Jose by himself, Fabian is welcomed home by his loving Italian family who are just eager for him to come home for good. Fabian is set to make the best of Thanksgiving, single and all, but maybe a special visit will help to make his heart thankful once more.

• Language: English
• Publisher: JMS Books LLC
• Release date: Nov 16, 2019
• ISBN: 9781646561568

Shawn Lane

Shawn Lane is a multi-published author of gay romance. She lives and works in Southern California. She has been published by Loose Id, Amber Quill Press, Evernight Publishing, MLR Press, JMS Books, and Ellora’s Cave. For more information, visit smlgr8.blogspot.com.

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Chapter 1

Michael still had Halloween decorations up. That was the first thing I noticed. Bats, cats, and jack-o’-lanterns. Not that crazy, I supposed, given that it was just the first week of November.

They were stuck to the walls of his office with push pins and tape. Some looked like the kind of decorations you’d get at the dollar store while others maybe were handmade. Not by Michael, of course. But he did have little nieces and nephews. He didn’t mention getting them to me, but then, over the last month or so, he’d been pretty distant.

I don’t know why I hadn’t noticed the décor the last time I’d been there, but then again, that had been in early October, so maybe he hadn’t had them up yet.

Michael was a lawyer. In fact, I had heard non-stop for weeks that he was working on a big case. It kept things pretty unstable between us.

He barely looked up when I stood in the doorway.

 Fabian, I don’t have a lot of time.

And sure, anyone else probably would have turned and left, tail between their legs at his cold, business-like tone. But I wasn’t just anyone else. And I wouldn’t let him intimidate me.

I don’t need a lot of time, I said, easily. Shouldn’t you be replacing those with turkeys and pilgrims or something?

His gaze rose to mine, his dark eyes narrowing. Huh?

All that Halloween stuff on your walls.

Michael grimaced and tossed down the pen he’d been clutching. Please tell me that’s not why you interrupted me.

I rolled my eyes. Get real.

Anyway, I have nothing to do with those. Annette put those up.

Annette was his admin assistant.

"She’s on vacation this