If you don't know what you want, would you recognize it if you found it? Miguel Ramirez is the definition of pochos; a half-breed-white-washed Mexican-American who doesn't speak Spanish (also unapologetically bisexual). Three years ago he arrived in Skagit a broken man having barely managed to escape an abusive relationship. Slowly, he's rebuilt his life. He's tried hard to discard his deepest desires and be happy with what life has doled out. Family feels out of his grasp, no one really wants to keep a stray after all. Except, maybe, a red-haired stranger with a galaxy of freckles covering his face who seems to encompass everything Miguel's learned to avoid. Nate Richardson; focused, solid, reliable, career-minded, Federal Agent. No time for relationships outside of work. Then he runs into Miguel with his crazy green eyes, rakish smile and outrageous sense of humor. Nate starts thinking about Miguel as more than just another guy. Nate was sure he didn't care about sex and didn't believe in love...he'd never met Miguel Ramirez before. Things quickly heat up between Nate and Miguel. Crime is heating up in Skagit as well. Nate is sidelined when the case he is working on reaches a frustrating standstill. In the meantime, unnerving incidents transpire, some literally on Nate's doorstep. Will outside forces - or their own baggage - keep Miguel and Nate apart? What exactly is family, and can Miguel and Nate make one of their own?