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’m keeping you around as my disposal expert,” Coop said gleefully.


“You’re keeping me around no matter what,” I replied.


“Yeah, I am.” He squeezed my thigh, his hand drifting higher until I reminded him it would be hard for me to drive if my concentration was on other things. “Especially on these roads.” Then I changed the subject, asking, “Who’s Tanner?”


“He was Seward’s right-hand man. When the bust went down, he took off. No one seemed to know where he ended up. Or at least no one copped to it. Apparently he’s resurfaced. Maybe it’s in the info Reynolds sent.”


“Revenge, I guess. I was instrumental in putting Seward out of business and sending him to jail, meaning Tanner was out of a very lucrative job, and on the run.”


“Now all we have to do is find him before he sends someone else after you.”


Chapter 43