Detective Brady Lindstrom deals in death, and not just because he's a homicide cop with the slaughter of a century to solve. Ten years ago, vampires murdered his lover. Ever since, he's looked over his shoulder, ready for vampires to strike again. Or maybe just the one he loved.<br><br>Exhausted and angry about the needless deaths he has to investigate, Brady worries the killers he's looking for aren't even human. Those fears are compounded by an unexpected visitor, the battered and nearly broken Cole Singer, the lover he'd long ago given up for dead.<br><br>When Cole offers to trade information on the killers in exchange for sanctuary, Brady realizes he doesn't have a choice. It isn't about justice. He simply can't turn his back on the face of the only man he's ever loved. Even if he's a vampire.

Bridge Over Troubled Water

“We’ve moved past a lot of shit, Cole.” He backed up. “Come on out when you’re done so I can bandage you up.”


Ten minutes later, Brady sat on the couch watching the end of Pitch Blackwhen Cole walked in. He was bare-chested, his jeans riding low on his hips, and Brady did his best not to stare at the narrow trail of hair disappearing beneath his waistband.


“Let me get the first aid kit,” he said, turning off the TV. He rose and headed for the kitchen again. “Go ahead and sit down.”


His hand shook as he reached for the kit in the cupboard. Brady clenched his teeth.


This is ridiculous. Stop acting like this means anything.


Except he thought it did. He’d let Cole stay. He’d insisted. He’d wanted him in his bed, and he’d wanted to hold him. Hell, he’d wanted a lot more than that, but there was at least a grain of common sense holding him back from going that far.


Chapter 32