Finding His Way Home by J.P. Oliver

I don’t know why nobody ever wanted me.
For real, I mean. My parents died when I was eight, and I spent the next ten years hopping between foster homes. Let’s just say, they barely did me any favors.
Now I’m done with school, degree in hand, and… I’ve got nothing. No job lined up. No apartment, once the lease runs out. Nowhere to be and no one to be there with.
Except… well… I do have DNA test results from a genealogy website. With close family matches.
It’s probably a stupid idea. A total long shot, really.
…I’m going to go and find them.
This is just about loose ends.
I quit calling Bennett Wood home years ago. It was more like a… home base. Living the life of a long haul trucker didn’t lend itself to much settling down in one spot.
And for a long time, it worked. Always on the go, looking ahead to the next shipment, the next truck stop. But honestly? I’m getting too old for this. I want to set down roots. Find a partner, someone to share lazy Saturday mornings with.
I’ve got a plan – sell the house I inherited. Move to a larger city. Find a lover.
But that was before he showed up, looking for his kin.
He’s too young for me, of course. It’s just a fling. Just two people passing through, taking some comfort from one another.
Isn’t it?