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 stood seething. So angry with himself for falling asleep last night, for letting Kyle stay…Hell, for fucking him in the first place. He aimed his irrational anger at everyone in the compound because he didn’t like the idea of anyone knowing Kyle spent the night in his room. No relationships: his rule from here to doomsday. Second doomsday. Whatever. Whenever. No one in his life was the rule. So if Kyle had any ideas along those lines…


“Do I smell bacon?” Kyle stirred. He rolled over, blinking, rubbing his eyes as he sniffed the air.


“Breakfast is served.” Mason spoke short of snarling. To gain control he snatched the cover off the tray. Coffee, toast, bacon, poached eggs, several small pancakes, and fruit. The sight slapped his anger into astonishment. What was this? The breakfast of lovers?


“You ordered this?” Kyle sounded puzzled; rightly so.


“No, and don’t get used to it.” Mason took the platter over to the bed. He damn well wouldn’t waste good food.


Chapter 24