Chapter 13

What in the pits of fucking Hades is going on? I don’t like this shit. Damn it, Rhys is my friend, my brother. If he knew how I’ve felt about him for so long, he’d kill me or take off or…Shit, as far as I know, he’s never been with another man, so why should he respond to me?

Despite his best efforts, that haunting dream stubbornly lurked in his mind. He could not erase it or cease to think of it. 5

Rhys stalked out of the improvised classroom in the Albuquerque office building where the border patrol had regional offices, his sharp steps betraying impatience. He juggled his notebook, a certificate for completing the class, and his cell phone, which he fumbled to turn on with one hand.