Mason’s more scared of love than he is of the walking dead.<br><br>Mason is facing more than one apocalypse. The darkest hours are those spent alone, when memories surface and the touch of his lost love can make the most erotic of dreams horrifying. He’d rather face danger than recollect how he loved Antonio and what he was prepared to give up for him. He’s never going to fall in love again ... a vow that wavers when he rescues Kyle.<br><br>Although Mason is certain luck had more to do with saving Kyle than anything he did, now he fears something more than the walking dead. He’s afraid giving in to lust may lead to love, if homophobic hatred doesn’t murder them first.

A Not So Hollow Heart

The doc completed fussing around while Mason tried not to stare at the man in the bed, but his gaze at last flicked there. To his shame, Miles noticed.


“Hope you’re not tiring the convalescent. Saving his life doesn’t give you privileges to take up his time, especially when he should be resting.”


Kyle—who had closed his eyes again—opened them and blinked. “Saved my…?” His puzzled and questioning stare flipped to Mason.


“I was part of the team who found you.” Mason dismissed this with a wave of his hand, but Miles wasn’t having it.


“They all believed you dead. Mason refused to leave you living, or undead, in a cage. When they realised you lived, he’s the one who broke the lock.”


Chapter 11