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

Kyle peered at Mason’s hand. “Sorry I was so rough with you.”


The declaration almost jolted out a laugh, but Mason swallowed it down, his reaction threatening to bubble out of control.


“Shouldn’t you get it seen to?” Kyle nodded at Mason’s injury. “Toddle off to the doctor?”


Enough apology warmed his voice to make Mason want to smile. He ignored the burning sensation, not wishing to pull out of Kyle but shrinking and slipping out anyway. “Explain this to the doc? Yeah, sure. I’ve suffered worse. I’ll dress it myself.”


He slid out of bed easing into the awkward moment. He’d dress his hand and…when he was finished…Did Kyle want to stay? Would Mason find him gone? Which prospect would be the better one?


Chapter 23