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

“He’s definitely a social animal,” Coop said. “Three parties in one week?”


“‘Tis the season to be jolly,” I replied dryly.


“One more day and we can be very jolly.” He chuckled. “Maybe one of us should dress up as Santa for the gala. For damned sure no one would suspect himto try anything nefarious.”


“I think we’d have a hard time doing what we have to, since whichever one of us wore the costume would really stand out. If we could even find one this close to Christmas.”


“We’ll boost it off one of the bell-ringers.”


“The let’s get some food in you,” I suggested. “There’s an Italian restaurant a couple of blocks from here. I’ll call for carry-out and go pick it up.”


“You can go shower and change into something comfortable. I’ll call when I’m back here.”


“Yes, sir,” Coop replied, giving me a salute before he left.


Chapter 30