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

Mason walked off, blinking when Kyle fell into step at his side. Fuck it all; he had to slow down or be rude, make it obvious he didn’t want company. Kyle was on his feet with the aid of crutches. Despite the possibility of coming across like a prick, Mason might have hurried off, but what if Kyle tried to keep up and fell flat on his face? He was building up muscle fast, but he remained undoubtedly weak.


Not as Mason cared, but stupid to have rescued the man to watch him break his neck tripping over a stick.


Why had he rescued the guy come to that? Fine, so once they realised Kyle was alive no one was going to put him down like rotting meat. Didn’t mean Mason had to be the one to break the lock, to carry the man out of the cage. Something about seeing him helpless…Mason swallowed again. Sentimentality. Like rescuing an abused dog. Stupid of him.


He glanced over. So Kyle was up and walking. Better off dead. They all were.


Chapter 17