Meet two men who need each other’s help but don’t realize it until it’s almost too late.<br><br>Noah is gay and terrified someone might find out. So much so that when he was blackmailed with pictures of himself with another man, instead of coming clean, he left his SEAL team without a word.<br><br>The other man is openly gay Mason, a former Marine and now part of the FBI’s Joint Terrorist Task force. It takes eight years after their first meeting in the desert for a chance event bring the two men together again. Now Noah must decide if he’s ready to accept who he is or if it’s easier to cut and run. Can they navigate the obstacles in their path to build a relationship? And why does the thought of that scare them more than investigating a group of terrorists?

In His Sights

Mason called out to Noah, and stopped his thoughts before they traveled too far down that road. “I’m coming,” Noah yelled back.


As Noah came down the stairs, Mason exited the kitchen. “There are some steaks. We can do those, or run over to the fish market and buy some mahi-mahi, and do a little surf and turf.”


“Both sound delicious, but we might catch some of our own surf tomorrow, so why don’t we do the steak tonight.”


“You’re right.” Mason padded back to the kitchen, and Noah followed him. Noah’s gaze went straight to Mason’s ass. He needed to knock it off before Mason noticed.


Mason ambled to the refrigerator, and Noah walked around the island. He didn’t want to be too close, but didn’t want it to appear as if he purposely chose to distance himself either. Noah thought being out of smell range of Mason’s scent might be a smart idea.


Mason took the steaks from the freezer and put them in the refrigerator. Noah’s stomach growled, already excited for dinner.


Chapter 11