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

“I have no problem with that,” I replied, trying not to smile too broadly. “We can do something together to celebrate.”


“I was hoping you’d feel that way.”


On the way back to the city, Coop called and reserved a room at a motel a couple of miles from my apartment building. When we got there, I waited in the car while he checked in and left his bag in his room. Afterward, we went on to my place.


“You need a tree, and lights, and what have you,” Coop commented when he walked into the living room.


I snorted. “First off, in case you didn’t notice, all the Christmas tree lots are empty. Secondly, if I’d gotten a tree before we left, it would be shedding needles by now. Thirdly, I wasn’t in the mood in the first place.”


“Well, get in the mood. We’re going out to dinner and then…What do people do on Christmas day?”


“There won’t be any restaurants open unless we want Chinese, so that’s out.”


“Damn. What did you and…Never mind.”


Chapter 34