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

“What should we drink to?” Mason asked.


Usalmost came out of Noah’s mouth, but he bit his tongue. “How about we drink to a good, fair game.” Noah thought back to the last game they played, and Mason had blatantly thrown the game, losing so he could rim Noah. Although Noah had gotten to return the pleasure, it had been the principle of it.


The smell of alcohol burned Noah’s nose.


“Fine.” Mason downed the liquid and grimaced.


The moonshine blazed a trail down Noah’s throat, and when the fluid landed in his stomach, he cherished the warmth. “One more and let’s start.”


Mason stared at Noah for a second, appearing as if he was trying to read Noah’s mind.


Noah held his breath, attempting to keep his expression from rattling off the truth of how he felt.


Mason gave Noah a reprieve, moving his gaze to the shot glass in Noah’s hand. “This time we drink to your new job.”


The pride in Mason’s voice had Noah’s body tingling, and his heart racing. “To my new job.” And maybe yours


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