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9 pages, Audible Audio
First published April 8, 2013
















"Sometimes I wonder who I'd be if it weren't for them," Ty said, his voice a whisper that barely rose above the sound of the water.
"Zane." His voice was hushed and pensive. "Sometimes I'm not capable of expressing how grateful I am for you."
"What do you mean?"
Ty put a hand to his own chest, visibly struggling to find the right words. "For your…So few people have ever understood the way I work. In here." He tapped his chest. "Thank you for…your insight."
"She's got a lot of pins in you."

"I believe in you," Zane whispered.

"I know it. I will never be the man you think I am."
Zane's breaths came harder. "We've both been trying so hard to be worthy of each other."

"I just need to be able to trust you, Ty," he whispered.
"You can. I swear you can. I'd die for you, Zane."
Zane's heart was in his throat as he studied Ty's profile. "I know."
"And you," Ty continued, his voice breaking. "You're a phoenix, Zane. Rising from the ashes. And all I do is make you burn."
"I was an I'm the man who doesn't miss. And I'm yours."
(…)
"I'm an artist. I'm a geek." He felt Ty smile. "I am one badass motherfucker on a motorcycle."
Ty began to laugh.
Zane dipped his head until they were staring into each other's eyes. "And I'm yours."


Zane muttered. “How I became anyone’s idea of a goddamn pinup, I have no idea” Ty looked back at him, blinking innocuously. As the doors began to grind open, he smiled. “You’re my idea of a pinup” he whispered
“I love you Zane,” Ty gasped. “nothing I’ve done will ever change that.”

“Zane” Ty Moaned, lowering his forehead to Zane’s shoulder and flexing his back and hips to keep the wildly arousing rhythm going. “I need you.”
“You told me one time that… I was your compass. I gave you direction when you were lost” Ty said, nearly choking on the words. He glanced up, eyes reflecting like liquid in low light. “Well, you were my anchor. You were something solid for me to hold onto. I wanted you to remember that”
I believe in you
“Who are you, Ty?”
Ty smiled against his cheek. “I was an assassin,” he whispered. “I’m a marine. I’m the man who doesn’t miss. And I’m yours.”
Zane bit his lip on a smile.
“Who are you, Zane.?”
Zane cocked his head. “I am an artist. I’m a geek.” He felt Ty smile. “I am one badass motherfucker on a motorcycle.”
Ty began to laugh.
Zane dipped his head until they were staring into each other’s eyes. “And I’m all yours.”
and yes, even the smilies holding up 10's 
"You told me one time that . . . I was your compass. I gave you direction when you were lost," Ty said, nearly choking on the words. He glanced up, eyes reflecting like liquid in the low light. "Well, you were my anchor. You were something solid for me to hold onto. I wanted you to remember that."
“Who are you, Ty?”
Ty smiled against his cheek. “I was an assassin,” he whispered. “I’m a Marine. I’m the man who doesn’t miss. And I’m yours.”
Zane bit his lip on a smile.
“Who are you, Zane?"
Zane cocked his head. "I'm an artist. I'm a geek." He felt Ty smile. "I am one badass motherfucker on a motorcycle."
Ty began to laugh.
Zane dipped his head until they were staring into each other's eyes. "And I'm yours.”
“I would have chosen you over anything," Zane hissed. He pulled back, breaking Ty's hold, bunched the front of Ty's shirt in both hands, and jerked Ty forward until they were nose-to-nose, until Ty's feet weren't solidly on the floor. "My job, my family, my wife. I would have given my life for you! But you! You can't even give me the truth!”
“It’s the cavalry,” Digger said.
“Thank Christ,” Kelly grumbled. He raised his hands, rubbing at one wrist and dropping his handcuffs to the floor.
“What the hell, man?” Nick whispered.
“What? They were too tight.”
Digger dropped his cuffs to the floor with a clank that echoed through the station. “If he’s not wearing his, neither am I.”








‘Zane lay where he was, unable to move even if he’d wanted to. He snaked a hand across the short distance between them and slid his fingers into Ty’s. Ty’s hand closed around his with a gentle squeeze. “I just need to be able to trust you, Ty,” he whispered.
“You can. I swear you can. I’d die for you, Zane.”
Zane’s heart was in his throat as he studied Ty’s profile. “I know.”
‘...and suddenly there was no space between them. No tears or lonely days, no secrets and no lies. Just Ty and Zane. On the floor of their row house. On a crooked rug.’


⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱*Can I Love A Character More?*⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱

“You told me one time that . . . I was your compass. I gave you direction when you were lost,” Ty said, nearly choking on the words. He glanced up, eyes reflecting like liquid in the low light. “Well, you were my anchor. You were something solid for me to hold onto. I wanted you to remember that.”
“I know Ty’s not all there,” Nick said, tapping his temple with a finger. “He has always been a step away from the wrong path. One screw comes loose, and he’s gone. The only thing keeps him on the side of the righteous is his loyalty. His sense of purpose. You take that from him? And you’re looking into the eyes of a monster.”







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“Who are you, Zane?"
Zane cocked his head. "I'm an artist. I'm a geek." He felt Ty smile. "I am one badass motherfucker on a motorcycle."
Ty began to laugh.
Zane dipped his head until they were staring into each other's eyes. "And I'm yours.”

"You told me one time that . . . I was your compass. I gave you direction when you were lost,” Ty said, nearly choking on the words. He glanced up, eyes reflecting like liquid in the low light. “Well, you were my anchor. You were something solid for me to hold onto. I wanted you to remember that.”

“And you,” Ty continued, his voice breaking. “You’re a
phoenix, Zane. Rising from the ashes. And all I do is make
you burn.”
Zane’s throat was too tight to swallow past, and his next
breath came out a choked sob. He had never imagined that
was how Ty saw him, and hearing it now made him want to
take back every harsh word they’d ever shared, every thrust
and parry of their relationship.”

“I would have chosen you over anything," Zane hissed. He pulled back, breaking Ty's hold, bunched the front of Ty's shirt in both hands, and jerked Ty forward until they were nose-to-nose, until Ty's feet weren't solidly on the floor. "My job, my family, my wife. I would have given my life for you! But you! You can't even given me the truth!”

“You were right, you know,” Ty whispered.
“About what?”
Ty swallowed hard. “I sold my soul a long time ago.”
Ty gripped Zane’s shoulder and pressed him down,
laying him out again, then stretched out over Zane, his hand
dragging down Zane’s body to push at his boxers.
“Ty,” Zane gasped.
Ty kissed him. Zane trailed the tips of his fingers down
Ty’s arm, sliding over the tattoo and the scars and the muscles.
“Do you really believe that?” Zane asked.
“I know it. I will never be the man you think I am.”
Zane’s breaths came harder. “We’ve both been trying so
hard to be worthy of each other.”

