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

“Nope. No shaking,” he said, stepping back. “Too bad. It would have given me a reason to keep my arms around you.”


Taking a deep breath, I replied, “You need a reason?’


“No. But you might.” He rubbed the back of his hand along my jaw. “I’m not taking any chances on blowing things. After what just went down…It’s too soon. You’re on an emotional high, whether you believe it or not. I will not take advantage of that.”


I knew he was right, as much as I didn’t want to admit it. Physically, I was doing fine. Mentally? Emotionally? As I’d walked back here, while I took care of the details required after a kill, I could hear that scream. And the wife’s whispered thank you. But mostly, because I hadn’t seenthe body, I had imagined what it looked like. It was not a pretty picture.


Coop must have picked up something in my expression because he hugged me again. “Go shower. I’ll stick around until you’re in bed.” He grinned. “I’ll even sing you a lullaby.”


Chapter 33