January 20, 2017
Sean Flanagan has spent a lifetime alone and rejected, constantly hiding who he really is.
With a father who deserted him and a mother who despised him, Sean didn’t think things could get much worse … until he was kicked out of home for being gay. Now he’s discovered he has three half-sisters on the other side of the world. This might be his last chance to find people who will love and accept him. But he’s terrified that if they find out who he really is then they’ll reject him like the rest of his family.
Sean arrives in Houston and is stunned by the warm welcome he receives from his sisters. He begins to hope that maybe this time things will be different. That’s when he meets Hayden Johnson. To follow his heart means risking everything with his newfound family.
Hayden is tired of endless dating. He’s looking for a man to love, someone to spend the rest of his life with. His boss’s new brother ticks all the boxes on the attraction scale, but there’s just one problem – he’s not gay.
Will Sean let his fears rule him, or will he let in the chance of love and find a place where he belongs?
Sean Flanagan’s stomach rolled as the plane descended.
He shouldn’t have come. He shouldn’t have given in to the urge, the desperate desire to meet the family he had never known. He should have been happy with his life as it was. Being a bartender in a small Irish town wasn’t bad. It was a steady job and he had his own apartment. He shouldn’t want more. Besides, chances were high that his half-sisters weren’t really as nice as they seemed online — they couldn’t possibly be.
He breathed deeply and shifted in his seat, his foot tapping on the floor.
He’d disembark and find the next flight back home. If he was lucky, his sisters would give up waiting for him and go home and he’d never have to see them. Maybe they hadn’t even come to the airport to pick him up like they’d promised.
The plane touched down and the roar of the wheels on the tarmac filled the plane as it slowed. Sean closed his eyes, his heart beating rapidly, his skin hot. Around him, people unclicked their seatbelts and stood. He stayed where he was as overhead lockers were opened, carry-on bags were lifted down and the aisles filled with people eager to be off the plane.
He couldn’t move.
Would the cabin crew notice if he stayed here?
He could stay where he was and take the plane to wherever its next destination was.
“Excuse me, sir. You need to leave.” The gentle female voice was above him.
He opened his eyes to the concerned expression on the flight attendant’s face. The plane was empty. “Sorry.” He reached for his backpack under the seat in front of him, and then stood, his legs a little shaky.
“Are you all right? You’re a little pale.”
He forced a smile to his face. “Just my Irish pallor, love.”
The woman blushed and he walked past her, off the plane and followed the signs to customs.
He had to get a grip, otherwise he’d attract the attention of customs officials. He really didn’t need that. He got his iPod out of his backpack and chose his favorite playlist, taking a moment to listen to the first verse of an upbeat song. He breathed out as some of his anxiety receded. He wasn’t walking to face a firing squad, he was meeting three sisters he hadn’t known existed until five months ago. It had staggered him to receive the social media message out of the blue from Zita, who had been looking for information about their father. But when it had finally sunk in that he had three sisters, he’d been cautiously hopeful. Perhaps this was his chance to have a family.
Arriving at customs, Sean shuffled forward with the rest of the people. Several planes had landed at the same time, and he was more than happy to wait.