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

Before we split up, Coop asked, “Are you feeling better now?”


“I am. A good night’s sleep and I’ll be ready to do recon on our diplomat.”


That was the last thing on our to-do list. We needed to know his habits. Did he spend his evenings at home with his wife? Did he leave his office for lunch? Stop at a bar before going home? Coop would be tailing him while I chatted up the people he worked with, if possible, and his neighbors. Not overtly and, obviously not looking at all like myself. I wasn’t stupid.


“Be careful,” Coop said, gripping my arm.


“Always. I’d rather not spend the rest of my life in a prison cell because I blew something.”


“I’d rather you didn’t either. It could a real kibosh on my plans.” He released his hold, winked, and strolled away.


“That wouldn’t be good for either of us,” I replied softly as I walked the last block to the hotel.


Chapter 29