A M/M romance novel about daring to dream. When Freddie Chandra went through the casino kitchen to see what was causing the commotion, he expected to find the usual: a cluster of vehicles in the alley, all refusing to give way. What he found instead was six people yelling at each other over a seventh, a thin dark man who made not a sound. Edmund Robert was mostly thinking 'well I'm buggered' because he had no papers to display, no one was speaking in English, and the sign language he'd relied on for years wasn't getting him anywhere. Then the most beautiful man in the world walked out of the kitchen, shut the rest of them up, and went to look at Edmund's makeshift shelter. When he returned to the now-silent group, he said, "Bower bird." Edmund looked up, startled, thinking 'how did you know?' In short order, Edmund was David Marlowe. Along with the new name, he had a proper job, and the safest place in the world to live. Not long after that, he also had Freddie. But the man at the top was going to Los Angeles to make a movie, and Freddie – the interpreter, the man who could speak to anyone – was going with him. Leaving David – the man who couldn't speak at all – alone on the private island. Safe, working, surrounded by friends, but more alone than ever. They were both such beginners at love. They'd barely learned how to be together. How on earth could they survive being apart? Adult situations, themes, and language; 70,000 words and a happy ending.