Chapter 22

Damn Vic’spride, while Matt was at it. His lover had been the one to pull away first that morning. Vic wasn’t one for team sports, he said so himself, but for some reason, he’d really taken to this charity gig. Matt thought maybe he would’ve, too, if he knew he was guaranteed a win.

No, that wasn’t fair. Vic had played his best the night before—he deserved to advance to the next round of play. And it hadbeen a week since Matt had “refueled” his powers, so to speak. Who could say the strength that Vic put into each swing hadn’t been his own, with nothing superhuman behind it?