Virtually Yours

Ryker had considered being gay for all of two minutes. He could change his image to be what's needed to achieve his dream to sing.

And not just in the shower.

But Nikki, oh Nikki, with curves like a guitar and an understanding of what it meant to work for what one wants. She'd be his obstacle to every desire he sacrificed for - not his ex-band, not his ex-friend, not the Alzheimer's slowly taking his mom, not even the facade of being the gay lead singer in an all-gay band.

Just Nikki.

That's the funny thing about dreams. Sometimes they change. Sometimes they become less about him and all about her. If his dreams change, will hers?