I was an average man, not at all violent, until a bastard tricked my best friend into killing my lover, Mick. When that happened, with my best friend in prison for life, I took things into my own hands and killed the bastard.<br><br>Not too soon after, a man contacted me. The man Mick had worked for -- as a vigilante. He convinced me to take Mick's place, once I'd been trained to do what Mick had done.<br><br>I did. Now I'm a not so average man who might, just might, be falling in love with another vigilante. Coop Frost, to be exact. That is, if we can survive what comes next.

Not Your Average Man

There were very few motels, but I did find one with decent rates and rented a room for the week. I figured that would give me time to decide if I liked the city, and to find an affordable apartment. If neither of those things happened, I’d move on.


I unpacked the car and arranged to leave the larger of Mick’s cases in the motel’s safe. The rest of my bags I lugged up to my room on the second floor. The first thing I did was put Mick’s other case and my laptop in the room safe. Then I unpacked, hanging my clothes or putting them in the dresser. I took my personal items out of the shaving kit, then squeezed it into what little room was left in the safe before setting the combination and locking it.


Chapter 5