Chapter 22

As he lay tossing sleeplessly in bed in the station house one night, keenly aware that the man he loved lay in the next room, he flashed back to the hours he’d shared with Bear in the mountain shack. When the snowplow had honked, and he and Bear had kissed, sadness had flitted across Bear’s face. It came to him with perfect clarity. In Bear’s mind, their relationship had ended with that kiss because there was no way he’d risk either of them being exposed.

Damn you, Robert Barrington, no wonder you’re losing weight and I’m losing sleep. You can’t make love with me and then ignore me.

He was Dane Garrison. Why in hell was he sniveling over this when he should be doing something about it?

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