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

“Yes. When you love someone, that’s the way it has to be. That doesn’t mean I can’t care about someone else. It only means they have to accept there’s a small part of my heart that will never be theirs because it will always belong to Mick.”


Coop stroked my jaw, replying quietly, “I know that.”


I caught his hand, kissing the palm. “We’ll start by being friends, which I think we are already. If that works out, then—”


“Do not say friends with benefits. It’s the same thing as lovers, and loverssounds so much better.”


Suddenly, he laughed. “This is beginning to sound like a contact negotiation. The party of part A agrees not to do such and such. The party of part B…”


Chapter 35