Chapter 59

“Whoa!” Frank instinctively caught him. They fell back, Liam on top. When Frank buried his wet face into Liam’s sweaty neck, both gasped in unison, and Liam leaned in for a kiss. Their lips barely touched, but Frank felt it—something bad. Liam’s eyes rolled back in his head. He collapsed, his forehead cracking against Frank’s, and then he went dead still.

Frank struggled to get out from under him. “Damn it!” He wrestled from beneath Liam’s lifeless limbs and immobile weight. “Vaughn! Check him!” Frank rolled away, staring down helplessly, ready to jump into the grave himself and let God take him if he hurt Liam—or worse.

Vaughn reached for Liam’s chest. “He’s breathing. He is simply out. I think maybe adrenaline has an effect.”

“Now you tell me. There’d certainly be no rise in that during sex.” Frank shook his head. “Damn it. This is why. These are the things we cannot predict.”

Liam came around. He opened his eyes. “I am o…kay.”

Frank raised his palms. “What if you weren’t?”