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

“If you gentlemen don’t mind,” Angel said, “I’m going to call it a day.”


“I should as well,” Reynolds replied. “I suspect Zane could use some rest after you putting him through his paces, Angel.”


“Actually,” I said, checking the time, “I’m due at work in an hour. It wouldn’t pay to be late on my second day.”


“Not if you want to keep the job, and make your boss happy enough with you that he won’t blow a fuse when you need a day or two off to do your other job,” Angel said.


“That should be interesting.” I wondered how I’d handle that, then decided I’d figure it out when the time came. 4


“As long as you only need two days off, and it’s during the week,” Garth said, “it shouldn’t be a problem.”


Chapter 13