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

“Mr. Carlyle. I got as far as I could with your paperwork. You’re just going to have to wait now until—”


“Shhh. He’s asleep,” Noah whispered.


“Harrumph.” The nurse glared at Mason. She moved closer to the bed, and raised her hand as if ready to wake him.


What the fuck? Noah jumped out of the chair and caught her hand when it was about to touch Mason. “Don’t do that.”


“Excuse me?” The nurse pulled her hand out of Noah’s grip.


“Sorry, but I don’t want you waking him up.”


“But I need to talk to him.” Her face was tight, her lips in a scowl.


“To what? Tell him he can’t leave yet. Think letting him sleep is the best way to handle that.”


Her eyebrows drew together, her eyes mere slits, and her lips turned down. She was not happy with Noah—that was fine with him, he wasn’t feeling much love for her either.


She turned and left the room, seeming to make as much noise as she possibly could. Noah kept his cool and moved back to his chair.


Chapter 98