Marcus's Cadence: A Mission City gay romance short story

Marcus's Cadence

A Mission City gay romance short story

Gabbi Grey

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination, or are used fictitiously.

References to real people, events, organizations, establishments, or locations are intended to provide a sense of authenticity and are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locations, organizations, or persons living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Cover art by Cate Ashwood Designs

Edits by ELF

What happens when your biggest crush turns up on your doorstep after twelve years?

Cadence Crawford has a good thing going. He’s making waves as a realtor in Mission City, British Columbia. Yes, he’s recently suffered a personal loss, but he’s moving on, and his path forward includes selling the only true home he’s ever known.

Marcus Brannigan is doing fine. He has his physiotherapy practice, he watches over his younger twin sisters, and he’s happy. When he unexpectedly runs into Cadence, who is selling the home he’s always coveted, he’s prepared to do some negotiating.

Neither knew they were seriously crushing on each other. Now they’ve admitted the truth, is happily ever after in the cards?

Marcus’s Cadence is a 7k second-chance gay romance instalove short story with a very happy ending and a malti-poo named Kiki.

Contents

1.Chapter One

2.Chapter Two

3.Chapter Three

4.Chapter Four

5.Chapter Five

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Chapter One

Cadence

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.

The words ricocheted around in my brain. Shannon Branigan’s older brother was here. In person. Right here. In—

Can I come in?

Uh…

Stay calm.

Marcus had to be here to see the property, because he sure as shit wasn’t here for me. Of course. I held the door and carefully gauged his body language as he stepped in. Nice tight ass in formfitting jeans—

Why is the place for sale? I mean, these cottages are never available.

Pain shot through me like a knife, visceral and white-hot.

Deep breath.

Miss Mabel died a while back, and Gertie decided to move to Arizona with her grandkids. My attempt at hiding my misery failed, judging by the pity on Marcus’ face. They were the lesbian couple who took me in after my bigoted parents turfed me.

His brow furrowed. I…when? I mean, how old were you?

Acid