What's the use of being a rock legend if you have no one to share the fame and fortune with? Not that Dusty Davis is looking. He's content taking care of himself, his bandmates, and his rambunctious younger brothers. And while the rest of The Dark Angels are happily paired with men, Dusty can't be gay. A night in a club brings him face to face with the woman of his dreams. J is articulate, well-read, witty, and smart. How could Dusty not finally fall? J didn't mean to deceive Dusty; he introduced himself as Justin, after all. He didn't realize the drummer heard, "Justine" and missed the other cues. Dusty's declarations of love sounded too good to be true. After all, who could possibly want someone as broken as Justin? But the heart wants what the heart wants, and love knows no gender.