Chapter 27

Still out cold, Kord lay there, helpless. His features relaxed and beautiful. Not even the drying blood on his forehead and face marred his looks—his full lips and rugged jawline. Doyle stared at Kord’s face and felt himself falling in love. Sure, he’d been attracted to Kord from the moment he saw the man. But this was different. Over the past few days, even though he remained secretive about himself, Doyle could tell there was a lot about Kord that he knew instinctively. A good man who hid behind a rough facade, Kord had a bundle of secrets that he feared sharing. And even if he was straight, as Doyle reluctantly suspected, he could be a good friend.

Doyle could hear sirens in the distance. At the same time, Kord moaned and, eyes still closed, reached up to feel his bloodied head.

“Kord,” Doyle whispered. “Kord, you’ll be all right.”

“Wha…what happened?” His eyes fluttered open.