Mike has been alone for years, fighting and struggling. He expected to be alone until the inevitable happened - a knife between his ribs or a bullet in his head, it didn't matter, they all came with one very certain conclusion. He hadn't expected Harvey though. Hadn't expected to find a reason to live rather than merely carry on. Staying alive though was easier said than done.

He, Harvey Reginald Specter, the best closer in New York, the notorious and very, very heterosexual womaniser, had managed to somehow at some point in time, fall head over heels in love with his very male associate, Michael James Ross. In addition to this, and somehow more confusingly, he very much wanted said male associate in his bed and in a state of complete undress.