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284 pages, Kindle Edition
First published June 28, 2022
“No. Your first mistake was sending Asher to kill me. Not because you wanted me dead, not because you betrayed your country. But because by giving Asher to me, you gave me a reason to live. That was your first mistake.”
Two loners, with a penchant for killing people, forced to be together in a tiny apartment was asking for trouble.
Harry stared at him. He took the longest, calming inhale he could manage and exhaled just as slow. “You must be really turned-on,” he mumbled. “Because I’m really fucking mad.”
Harry thought of himself as more of a ‘what you see is what you get’ kind of guy. Sure, he could kill people too, but he looked like he killed people.
Asher looked like a guy on vacation.
He hadn’t expected to like Harry. All of his intel on the man had said he was stoic and cold. And he was grumpy and irritable. That much was true. But there was a decent man under the prickly armour. There was an incredible body too.
And now this guy, who had intended to kill him, who infuriated him like no one else ever had, was under his skin.
Like a fucking tick.
"Watching you two work together was interesting, and knowing you saved Asher was one thing. But seeing you with him, how gentle you are with him, how you care for him, is another. And if I could ever choose any one person for him, it would be a mountain of a man who would stop at nothing to protect him.”
Asher glared. He looked so mad he could just about spit. But there was something else in his eyes. Two different kinds of fire. “Is this your idea of foreplay, Harry?” he said gruffly. “You keep threatening me like that, I just might think you’re starting to like me.”
Harry grinned at him, and Asher laughed.
Harry wasn’t sure if this was fun or insane.
Maybe a little of both.
“You’re confident on the we, you-and-me thing, huh?”
Asher smiled, his face a work of art in the tropical sunshine. “Yeah, I’m confident. Aren’t you? Don’t even try to tell me you don’t love me, Harry. I know how to read you and how you look at me.”
Harry pulled him in close and kissed the side of his head, then smiled out across the ocean. “You could be right.”
"Asher smiled, and good fuckin lord, Harry hated him. "I want to put a gun to your head," Harry mumbled. "So fucking bad." And what did Asher do? He laughed.Toss in a few rounds of "Shut the fuck up" and it's pretty much rinse, lather, repeat.