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

“Would you like another beer?” Reynolds asked, going over to the wet bar.


“No thanks. Coffee would be good though, if you don’t mind.”


“Not in the least.” He started the coffeemaker then took the other chair. “Mick didn’t want you involved, you know.”


“Yeah. He made that pretty clear after he told me what he did. But I’m a planner as well as a decent researcher—and pretty good at both—so I offered my…services, as it were.”


“So he said. Of course he didn’t clear it with me until after the fact. Both about telling you and then enlisting your help the first time he needed it.”


The coffeemaker let him know it was done at that point. He got up again, poured two cups, and asked if I wanted cream or sugar, which I didn’t. He handed me my cup then sat again.


Chapter 7