When seventeen-year-old Mark Potts fell from a balcony, he lost both the use of his legs and any faith in heroes. Now twenty-nine, he’s long-since come to terms with his injury. His job provides more opportunities for eye-rolling than for riding to anybody’s rescue, but with two kids to bring up, he barely has time for his husband, much less for heroics. Besides, Starr Bradford is a policeman -- how many heroes does one family need?<br><br>Mark and Starr love each other madly, but stress management is a load-bearing pillar of their happiness. When Mark’s coping skills fail him at exactly the wrong moment, he’s left hanging by a thread of words he should’ve kept in his mouth. He has the power to repair their relationship, but when Starr’s workday suddenly goes south, will he get to wield it? Keeping it together long enough to find out is a job worthy of any superhero!

You Had Me at Hero

“Go on then.” She pointed to the doors again and turned on her sensibly shod heel to go about her business.


“Are you okay?” Tanya asked him. “Do you want me to come sit with you?” She paid Mark the respect of not looking at her watch, but she wasn’t the first operational supervisor he’d ever known—Mark understood she was champing at the bit to get back behind a console over which she had control.


“I’ll be fine,” Mark managed to squeak out. He cleared his throat—and along with it his head of its dark, mangled fantasy outcomes. “Go ahead back,” he said in a stronger voice. “Will you please just make sure Maribel got our boys taken care of? That she called and got them a ride home?”


“Of course. If I have to, I’ll go get ‘em.”


Chapter 29