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132 pages, Kindle Edition
First published September 13, 2011




⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱*Love the twist though*⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱
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“If we’re together, why am I in Paris and you’re getting ready to ship out to Iraq?”
“Good question,” Taylor said. The steadiness of his voice came as a surprise. “Best question, as a matter of fact.”
“And what’s the answer?”
“Maybe you just hit on the answer. Maybe this is the answer.”
Will sat down heavily on the side of the bed. “I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.”
Taylor stared at Will’s bent head, his drawn profile. “It means I don’t know the answer to your question. I didn’t want this separation. Paris was your choice. And maybe the fact that you’ve blocked out any memory of us as anything but friends and partners is the answer. Maybe that’s how you wish it was.” He let his breath out quietly. “In which case, that’s how it is.”
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The bullet that might have ended everything—but somehow had meant a new beginning for them.
Smiling a little self-consciously, Will took Taylor’s hand in his.

⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱*A rambling review*⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱
The moonlight streaming through the sheer draperies revealed Taylor smiling, boneless and peaceful in Will's embrace. The most dangerous man Will knew rested sweetly in his arms, trusting him with his love as he trusted Will to guard his life. It was beyond precious. Life, love, was made up of fragile moments like these. Fragile as Paris moonlight.
Laroche was wrong about that, wrong about men not understanding love.
Anyway, most of the romantic poems and songs and paintings in the world were by men, so what was she talking about?
For the first time Will could remember, he didn’t know what to say to the person he would have said knew and understood him better than anyone else in the world.
It was a lonely feeling.

⊱ There's a first time for every trope. ⊰

