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

Coop put his bags in the bedroom with the comment that he could sleep on the sofa—or on the floor if the sofa was too short to be comfortable. I told him we’d figure that out later. I don’t think either of us had any illusions where he’d end up, but for the time being, we pretended it would be the sofa.


By then, it was almost dinner time, so I wasn’t surprised when Coop said we should find somewhere to eat. “The more I’m out and about, the easier it will be for us to spot them if they’re around. They’re not going to take potshots at me while we’re walking or driving, but they will follow us. They’ll figure their best bet will be when I come out of the restaurant after dinner. Or they will if they think like me.”


“True.” Coop pulled the curtains closed, then asked me to check the street to see if there were any cars I didn’t recognize. “It’s a residential neighborhood, so most of them should belong to home owners. Right?”


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