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

Noah knocked on the door twice, but Mason didn’t answer. Noah checked the knob, and the door slid open. Mason sat across the room at a desk.


“What the fuck?” Mason turned around in his seat and stood up. “Don’t you knock?”


Seriously? The heat in Mason’s voice told Noah he was. Forced to try and defend himself, Noah said, “I did knock. Twice. Surprised you didn’t notice.”


“Because I was busy.” Mason’s tone remained gruff.


Not sure what else to say, Noah said, “Sorry,” and backed out of the door.


Mason’s expression changed as he moved around his desk. “No. I’m sorry. My head was too wound up with what I was doing. I didn’t mean to be a shit. You caught me off guard.” As Mason spoke, he continued to move toward Noah. Having no other alternative, Noah backed out of the room the closer Mason got. It was obvious to Noah he was, although politely, being kicked out of the office. What the fuck?


Once Mason stood outside the room, he firmly closed the door behind him.


Chapter 17