George Martin and Mike Foster have been best friends since childhood, but recent events have brought them even closer together: Mike has moved into George’s house now that George’s unfaithful boyfriend has been kicked out. It puts Mike in a pinch, because he’s always loved George -- maybe more than a best friend should.<br><br>George doesn’t suspect Mike’s feelings, being wrapped up in his job as the youngest lieutenant in the Jacksonville sheriff’s office and investigating a series of murders. But it will all come to a head when George is stalked by a psycho and Mike steps in front of a bullet meant for George. George then realizes there’s much more to their relationship than he thought.

Bodies of Work

“Damn,” Mike said, “look at us. Thirty-two, and still in great shape.”


“Not to mention still the same size.”


We were, in fact, the same size. Six-two, one-ninety, and our waist and shoe sizes were also identical. We basically shared one wardrobe, except for my uniform.


“I know,” I said. “Your dick is a half-inch longer than mine when it’s angry.”


“Hey, it’s the little things that count.”


“Babe, eight inches isn’t all that little.”


“I’m talking about the half-inch difference.”


We went to bed and picked up where we’d left off in the shower. Finally, content with the world, we drifted off to sleep around eleven.


Two hours later, the sound of my beeper shattered the peace of our dark and quiet bedroom—it was my weekend to be on call. “Shit,” I said as I reached over and turned a light on beside the bed.


I called the number and listened for a minute. “I’m on my way,” I said.


Chapter 159